no lies - lil’ messi lyrics
these f*ck n*ggas hate from the bleachers when i was in school could’ve f*cked on my teachers
now im on the block in a beater its hot over here i pop out with that heater
just to f*ck on a b*tch you mislead them
feed lies they know i dont need them
b*tch im that n*gga you lucky i hit it
but you know lil messi can’t keep ya
keep it a hunnid
only thing that im chasing is money
but the n*ggas i be with be gunning
dont get it confused ill knockoff ya m*ffin
yeah them bullets they hot as a oven hao
plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
my mama pushed out a hustler a savage
these n*ggas ain’t getting no money
lil bru is you ready
i look up say you know i stay ready
when i pop out that cut i shoot steady 223 turn his brains to spaghetti
b*tch its lil’ messi
from the bricks this sh*t can get messy
you dont wanna test me
bout that action i dont play the radio
all black mac 11
wrong move send you right back to heaven
ima shoot it without second guessing
if i catch him flexing i teach him a lesson
b*tch its lil’ messi
from the bricks this sh*t can get messy
you don’t wanna test me
bout that action i don’t play the radio
b*tch i got the juice
i been balling like i play for duke
been a dog but his first name not snoop you run up on him and get bust like a fluke
chop kicking like bruce
you run up and you gone make the news
break the rules cause we make the rules
thought i told you im lit like a fuse n*gga
why would i lie?
i ain’t nothing like these other guys wwil
i know big3skii gone ride
we outside n*ggas sweet they be hiding
we just gone send bullets flying
then opps start dropping like flies
look like rondo how they dropping dimes
thats how most of these n*ggas be dying
these f*ck n*ggas hate from the bleachers when i was in school could’ve f*cked on my teachers
now im on the block in a beater its hot over here i pop out with that heater
just to f*ck on a b*tch you mislead them
feed lies they know i dont need them
b*tch im that n*gga you lucky i hit it
but you know lil messi can’t keep ya
keep it a hunnid
only thing that im chasing is money
but the n*ggas i be with be gunning
dont get it confused ill knockoff ya m*ffin
yeah them bullets they hot as a oven
plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
my mama pushed out a hustler a savage
these n*ggas ain’t getting no money
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