White Lies
Verse 1 [Killa]:

Fuck boy looking for the stash spot
Got a plug banking on the cash out
I’m the type of nigga gotta hash out
Streets tell what the fuck I’m bout
Flip-flip-flippin’ ‘til I can’t count
Pistol whippin’, whippin’ when I’m in doubt
Snitchin’, tippin’ twelve on a sale is a sell out
Sending shot through the cell, no bail out
You are like a seagull nigga fuck yo ego
You a sky rat bout to meet this desert eagle
Stop a nigga dead in his track man it’s lethal
Don't give a fuck if it’s legal
This is not a flick at Regal
Es la muerte mi amigo
Running the field like Luis Figo
Winging these birds I got bingo

Hook [SS]:
Striped like a zebra
Strippers on the prowl
Weeknights at Cheetah
Call it jungle fever
Burning on the grassland
Airing out the cheeba
Four in my liter
Gassed up, scale like a libra
Oldschool, E30 M beamer
High beams on, blinding all the schemers

[Killa]
Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work)
Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked)
Thought you was heavy with the work (wooh)
Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah bah)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah)

[SS]
We ain’t trying to hear them whites lies
Yeah we the source of the pipeline
Nah you don’t be out at nighttime
And nah you ain’t really tryna to spark nothin’
Flying north keep ‘em birds in formation
Move ‘em from the sky to the ocean
Rocks on a wave keep it kosher
Do it for the psychedelic culture
Verse 2 [Killa]:

You need that work they got that work
Got bitches in they bando
You need that work we got that work
Got bitches in our bando

Never slinged rocks, lived in a glass house
Trap house on the corner with the compound
Same street where the lost never got found
Bunch of killas on the same block, call it dog pound
Trappers sellin work off the jump
Jumpers getting uppers off the trap
It’s a jungle out here betta bring a treasure map (Bodega)

Hook [SS]:

Striped like a zebra
Strippers on the prowl
Weeknights at Cheetah
Call it jungle fever
Burning on the grassland
Airing out the cheeba
Four in my liter
Gassed up, scale like a libra
Oldschool, E30 M beamer
High beams on, blinding all the schemers
[Killa]
Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work)
Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked)
Thought you was heavy with the work (wooh)
Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah bah)
Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah)

[SS]
We ain’t trying to hear them whites lies
Yeah we the source of the pipeline
Nah you don’t be out at nighttime
And nah you ain’t really tryna to spark nothin’
Flying north keep ‘em birds in formation
Move ‘em from the sky to the ocean
Rocks on a wave keep it kosher
Do it for the psychedelic culture