King-ISO - LIARS lyrics

[Verse 1: King-ISO]: I be off in that Murder I be off in that k** I be off in that Slaughter My n***as know I'm for real Still rapping like I never had a deal I be off in that vaccum seal with Y'all n***as b**hes Jack and Jill, Finna beef Giving n***as whole value meals Riding 'round with a bad b**h, she like me, she never had sh** We spend loot and get cash quick She only normal, a tad bit Super bad, like an actress I'm Brad Pitt, with a black tip Rip a n***a easy, like fabric With a bad b**h, when her a** thick I keep it brackin' My pants saggin' You n***as slackin' I'm on ya, rapping I murder n***as with the semi and the Mac-10 [?] with a napkin n***as talking 'bout beef, But, who has It? I made a living off this muthaf**ing rap sh** I got cash quick, and drop cla**ics If you ain't dropped an album, then s** a fat dick I'm that n***a, you with that b**h I'm in a gang, But, you with the wack clique You open up for bigger n***as and you pay for features What's that sh**? A local n***a to a global n***a Underground like a casket You actin' like you on with social media.. Catfish! [Hook: King-ISO]: You n***as Liars You lie about your fame You lie about your name Exposing out your flame, but you on fire I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game Like you 'bout it, but you ain't You n***as ain't workin' You safe with this (You safe with this!) You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!) These hoes believe you (These hoes believe you!) Y'all crazy, b**hes (Y'all crazy b**hes!) Your j**elry fake, how much you pay for this sh**? Y'all ain't catching cases Y'all ain't gangsta n***as [Verse 2: King-ISO]: Hold up, You ain't swinging work, got bigger cash?

What you make from work? You ballin' out, but can't change a shirt You're a yee n***a, you don't bang the turf When the stainless squirt, It'll stain your shirt When yo b**h cook, then you make dessert s** a sick dick, I'mma bang a nurse You mainstream, well go bang a skirt I got yellow ice, and I'm smoking blue Like I'm slayin' a smurf, and I'm drinking purp I was born a nut, Like I dropped out With a hard dick and I came at birth Y'all plain as thirst Stop b**hing on that internet and go lay a verse Y'all spendin' while I'm stacking 'Til my bank look like my date of birth Y'all n***as need Beats, you ain't get sh** 'till you pay me first Y'all say that I'm weak, but when I drop a song, You gon' play it first Shoutout to my Dead Gang, talking about the real Dead Gang Not dick riders like the X-Games, just to get fame Where you head bang But I don't give two f**s about you fake n***as no more While you bangin' on your Wi-fi, I'm 'bout to go on tour Shoutout all my five n***as, Shoutout all my six n***as Eses and my Juggalos, Y'all know what it is, n***as [Hook: King-ISO]: You n***as Liars You lie about your fame You lie about your name Exposing out your flame, but you on fire I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game Like you 'bout it, but you ain't You n***as ain't workin' You safe with this (You safe with this!) You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!) These hoes believe you, Y'all crazy, b**hes (Y'all crazy b**hes!) Your j**elry fake, how much you pay for this sh**? Y'all ain't catching cases Y'all ain't gangsta n***as