[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
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[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
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