Buben McNasty & Matthew the Pilot - Liars Lyrics

BITCH I'M TIRED
From all these dirty lil liars
Might go psycho killing spree like I'm Myers
Pull up with a stick, air it out, light a fire
He was acting hot shit, now he's chillin on a flyer
BITCH I'M TIRED
From all these dirty lil liars
Might go psycho killing spree like I'm Myers
Pull up with a stick, air it out, light a fire
He was acting hot shit, now he's chillin on a flyer
Talkin' caskets, body bags in the masses
Seatbelt fastened, pullin up, they in traffic
Booty be plastic, but that pussy fantastic
Tricks are for kids, you silly little rabbit
Told Houston, Roger that
Whole lotta bums still put my city on my back
Same old bums that be hangin out my sack
Say they outside , man, f*ck where they at
What you prayin for? False prophet
Dumb little bitch, betta empty out your pockets
Make em' find god, imma send em with a rocket
Shit talkin' on da mic , pussy boy betta stop it
Thinking that they hot shit , neva known to cop it it
I'ma smack you like uh pop it
If you ever try to pop it, better come to me correct
Bitch, their better be a profit, now the whole team swept
Lil bitch, I just mopped it
BITCH I'M TIRED
From all these dirty lil liars
Might go psycho killing spree like I'm Myers
Pull up with a stick, air it out, light a fire
He was acting hot shit, now he's chillin on a flyer
BITCH I'M TIRED
From all these dirty lil liars
Might go psycho killing spree like I'm Myers
Pull up with a stick, air it out, light a fire
He was acting hot shit, now he's chillin on a flyer
We hella tired pickin up these losers
In that case a backflip is the maneuver
If I can't it make u shoulda told me sooner
Kill the set now they runnin from the shooters
Put 'em in the trunk checkpoint keep it cool
When i get to steppin don't be steppin on my shoes
I ain't really active don't be showin all my moves
What's the point u ain't got no shit to prove
Plain & simple how we going for the bag
Throw me in the pit guarantee we throwin hands
Boutta give a DA so I can't forget my mask
U be lookin tore up u got caught up wit yo mans
And that's that, he's no longer
Put em in the morgue now he boutta meet his father
They do anything for a dollar and a dream
Do we gotta throw a tape so we still up in the scene
Cut it up no emo but its real
All the plots boss boyz a hunnid mil
Get his car seat he a bitch in his feels
Loaded on a brick gotta take it as a steal
Switchblade twitter fingers gotta cut it
Meet me in the club cause we only throwin hunnids
Careful what u wish it ain't ever what u thought
Begging for a handle get a grip u gettin dropped
BITCH I'M TIRED
From all these dirty lil liars
Might go psycho killing spree like I'm Myers
Pull up with a stick, air it out, light a fire
He was acting hot shit, now he's chillin on a flyer
BITCH I'M TIRED
From all these dirty lil liars
Might go psycho killing spree like I'm Myers
Pull up with a stick, air it out, light a fire
He was acting hot shit, now he's chillin on a flyer