Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Lyrics
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Lyrics
London Holmes
London Holmes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Testi

Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak
You know what it is?
When you hear that "haan"
Yeah
I'm in London, got my beat from London
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM
a.m. to the p.m., yeah, all my **** Zion (yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, I'm the truth, don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel
Put my mama on the golf course, caught a fish in the crib
Free the **** to the ceilin', I'm in too deep, like Navy Seal
With my codeine, I pop a seal, like on the real, I'm in the field
On the real, I'm tryna kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill'
I can't even lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Bill
My **** lost a trial, but he 'bout to come home on a pill
I'm feelin' like I'm Kunta Kinte, 'cause we gon' do slavery still
I can't lie, I'm Israel, I can't lie 'cause shit real
I can't home Israel, yeah, I'm on that Jewish shit
Got on all this Louis, now is not the time to shoot a bitch
I can't even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a bitch
I'm slidin' in that orange-colored, but I ain't on no fruity shit
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM
a.m. to the p.m., yeah, all my **** Zion (yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, I'm the truth, don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel
Copped my auntie a crib, I copped a new Bugatti
Man, these hoes ain't safe, I'm on my Irv Gotti (woo)
I can't lie, I've been ridin' with that fire (bah-bah-bah)
I've been gettin' fried, since the seven-five, when Max lost the trial (wavy)
If she did you dirty once, she gon' do it twice (twice)
My dawg popped a fake Perc', man, he lost his life
I can't lie, turned my mother crib a Colosseum
Still do it for Chinx, 'til the day that I'ma see him
Told my bitch "You the one", got these hoes from a auction
Rather be talked about than me doin' all the talkin'
Same **** shot me up, they never found the body
I can't lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Holly
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM
a.m. to the p.m., yeah, all my **** Zion (yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, I'm the truth, don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel
I'm in London, got my beat from London
Written by: French Montana, Kodak Black
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