No Lie - Bandokay, Double LZ, OFB

Labels said don’t talk about badness, well what’s there to rap about?

Fans say I’m a rapper now, still not the one, I’ll slap him out

One hand on her hair got her screaming «Bando», well Bando got her tappin' out

No scrapping now, big wey wey, no cappin' now

Know you do it bad like

Young and turnt, give half to my mother

I pray every night for my brother, I got him until death, got him like no other

I can’t make you my baby mother, so I pull out and bust on the cover

Bussa, shutter, littest right now so the opps didn’t suffer

(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie

Used to ride all night like, tryna make man lean like dirty sprite

I was fifteen tryna be that guy, turned seventeen then I was that guy

(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie

Money can’t buy you the world

But it sure can buy you a brand new woosh

You ain’t ever had to run into an opp, see the whole road tryna run and push

Manage my ting like my broski

Driving schools, gotta give it to Kush

If I had feds running me down, I’m gonna have to dash the whole pack in the bush

(Yo Bando) I still see my cats and give them change

Out there tryna do an exchange, I asked for some grub, these cats want change

Strange

Backroad ting won’t do on the mains

Play with the fire, you’re gonna get flamed

Chest shot, neck shot, getting your brain

Ain’t no ketchup when they get wet up, body zipped up, can’t get up

Free Slim Jim, keep your head up, I love it when T think broskis fed up

Rich than them, get your bread up

Bread up, bread up, bread up

I love it when T 'cause he’s fed up

Fed up, fed up, fed up

(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie

Used to ride all night like, tryna make man lean like dirty sprite

I was fifteen tryna be that guy, turned seventeen then I was that guy

(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie

First things first, if gang see a opp, reverse reverse

Disperse disperse, burst at shirts, fly out the dirty pirch

We make money and it hurts these nerds, free Slim Jim, didn’t deserve his bird

We lurk, we lurk,, you could call me Lz, his lucky first

Uh, you don’t know the half

Dig out ya chest and not firming it

Big baddy gyal, low arch,, I’ll chop, inserting it

Bruck down car, lurking it

Witcher state, I’m not purging it

Find a, burst at him, two dong dongs tryna put him in the permanent

You ain’t never flew out the ride moving violent

Bootings the knife things, everyone’s frightened

I told my bro «Don't make no noise,"then we creep up on 'em and do man silent

017 when they had me indicted, everybody banging their doors 'till I’m

Come out the can, they got frightened, shanks and waps in the ride, come buy 'em

Baddie on her knees, yeah she’s tryna get busy, I told little bro «Go grab it»

One time done a drill, didn’t plan it, older bro told me «Chill,

you’re a hazard"(I know)

Just focus on rappin', I know he’s not cappin', get to the bag, no slackin'

Now and again you might find me, pray back then

(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie

Used to ride all night like, tryna make man lean like dirty sprite

I was fifteen tryna be that guy, turned seventeen then I was that guy

(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie