LIAR LIAR Lyrics by Tierra Whack
Yo, yo
I ain’t gon’ lie, tell ’em what they need to hear
I ain’t gon’ lie, let me make it crystal clear
None of y’all niggss ain’t fuckin’ with me
None of y’all bitches ain’t fuckin’ with me
Step aside, step
Step aside, step
Is you gon’ ride with me?
Is you gon’ die with me?
Had to say it twice, just in case you didn’t catch it
I’ma pull up on ’em, hmm, calisthenics
Niggas ain’t athletic, the bar is high, I set it
Whatever you said about me, I know you gon’ regret it
They pathetic, so I can’t be empathetic
How you let this nigga steal my whole damn aesthetic?
I did you lots of favors, homie, how could you forget it?
Treating rumors like butter, you the one that help spread it
You a nut, like a cashew
I wave bye because I passed you
I’m in a bad mood, I got on tap shoes
I said I’m litter, like cat food
You like a ad-lib, you in the background
When you come to my city, this is Whack Town
Middle finger, Akademik, ’cause you cap gown
Rey Mysterio, I get you smack down
How you say the realest shit, but the fakest in the room
Niggas couldn’t face me, rather say it on Zoom
With the camera off, I let the hammer off
I let a lot of shit slide, ttake my sandal off, I
I ain’t gon’ lie, tell ’em what they need to hear
I ain’t gon’ lie, let me make it crystal clear
None of y’all niggss ain’t fuckin’ with me
None of y’all bitches ain’t fuckin’ with me
Step aside, step
Step aside, step
Is you gon’ ride with me?
Is you gon’ die with me?
I done bit my tongue, so damn long that’s it bleeding
You suck so much, ooh, I thought that you was teething
I done wrote so many of y’all songs, so I’m streaming
Coulda went to Yale, buddy, I ain’t even screaming
Ahh! Ha-ha-ha-ha
I’ma have to draw if you say it’s a tie
Bow like a bow, nigga, I’m fly as crow, nigga
Tierra Whack, that’s a pro nigga, yo, nigga
Time to bundle up, white sheet, I get you covered up
If I play the reference track, yeah, that’ll shut her up
Chop it now, cut ’em up, walk ’em down, run it up
Only three members on the team, but we huddled up
Yeah, like a football team, nigga
I’m bouta cook yo’ st—, nigga
I gotta book y’all read, nigga
We not nice, all mean, nigga
