Capo (GBE) - You Lying lyrics

[Hook] Thot and she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lying Flex to the hoes like he wanna meet me, girl you lying Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lying And the b**h say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lying n***as woolfing like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lying Opps talking like they got bodies under they be, boy you lying You in a house and you acting like you out here in the streets, boy you lying You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lying [Verse 1: Tadoe] Opps act like they a** want beef, boy you lying Pull up on the block let the chopper go (grattatata), bullets flying Don't act like the shop Louie let you in you lying All the makeup on your face, girl you ain't fine You call my line I don't wanna talk, I ain't got time Your bullsh** convos baby, please you need to stop that lying I'm out here everyday in the field on my grind, better stay with that nine Let a n***a try to run up on us a n***a gon' die, I ain't lying Everyday I'm with my Gang In traffic big a** .30, smoking on pro packs, I ain't lying Glo Gang we ridin', we out here everyday and the opps they hidin', they lying [Hook] [Verse 2: Capo] Baby I'm a playa, and that money ain't sh**, girl I'll pay your car note And it ain't none to me and the broke n***as baby Get ya flight to Chicago Ya know two years ago you wouldn't f** me But now you wanna f** cause I'm a star tho' Glo Gang, got shooters that'll a**a**inate sh** And them shooters mane they go everywhere I go See my name El Capo Well more like the mob, whacking sh** like El Chapo How the f** you play with guns and you always in the streets you ain't even got one of the type tho You ain't my homeboy, you a customer Can't get no pics, can't smoke no blunt witcha She clean my house and you be cuffing her But trust herself, so ain't no trusting her Disappear like magic, Glo Gang [?] where we splashin' Can't say sh** [?] three four matress [Hook]