No Lying (Codeine Cowboys)
Juice WRLD
No Lying (Codeine Cowboys) lyrics
Intro
(HitBoy)
(G Ry got me)
Ohh
Verse
We in the abyss
In the back Im gon’ hit it
Every day Im seein the fish
I’m focused on the dish
The bread Im gon go get it
Cant really fuck with her friend
Matter of fact Ima fuck her friend
Bad bitch she come with a twin
LeBron when Im on that rim
Ima pull up on that ho in his hat talk shit
Get smacked Ima hit him with the brim
Stomp ’em out
Stomp ’em out in the Burberry Timbs
I give a fuck about her or him
My pockets stay nonslim
Talk shit Ima beat your ass in the back of the club let’s go
Talkin shit get popped no trunk
All you niggas aint shit but some punks
Choppa hungry it eat up for lunch
Give a fuck about a bitch or a ho
Told that bitch she could suck on the nut
All I know is get rich and get money
Dare a nigga come take this shit from me
Run up on me Im gunning the dummy
Wrap up when I fuck just like a mummy
Rockin’ Gucci this shit is Givenchy
I remember I wore Abercrombie
I remember I feel like Drake
cause I started right from that bottom
Keep a Magnum on me thats a gun
I aint really talkin bout a condom
Give the bitch a snake Anaconda
Im a kill her straight Jeffrey Dahmer
I put dick in her and her mama
Long neck from her like an ostrich
Too fly feeling like a pilot
Librarian gun got a silence
Nigga Im with the violence
Im killing a nigga I aint trying
Im David and Im Goliath
Cause Im a lil nigga and a giant
2012 in the Glock Mayans
Ima kill a nigga no trying
Im a real nigga tell the truth nigga
Tell the truth nigga no lying
In the cut totin on the 40
Talk shit bitch Im off the molly
Ima put the dick in the shorty
Ima bring a gun to the party
Ima use your bitch as a potty
Haha
Ima hit your bitch in the car
Ima use your bitch as a potty