Liar - Lil Peep

I’ve been through a lot boy

(Punk star)

I’ve been through a lot boy

I ain’t gonna stop boy

Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat

I ain’t gonna stop boy, yeah

Always runnin' from the cops, boy

Yeah

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)

Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)

We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)

You got a big gun?

Who you shot, boy?

(Huh?)

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)

Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)

We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)

Damn, I’m a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets?

(Lyin' in the streets)

Why the fuck you lyin' to me?

(Lyin' to me)

Why the fuck you lyin' to her?

(Lyin' to her)

You couldn’t even buy her the purse (Nah)

Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)

I just want some money for my mother (Damn)

This ain’t a competition (Nah)

Please listen (Yeah)

Hold up, listen to me, right?

I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)

But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)

'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)

And they are not like you at all

And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it

I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah

That’s why I got respect, 'cause I ain’t a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah)

Yeah, yeah, damn

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)

Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)

We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)

You got a big gun?

Who you shot, boy?

(Huh?)

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)

Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)

We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)

Damn, I’m a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

You ain’t on the block, boy

Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah

You hot, boy?

That ain’t smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy

And for what?

You’re diggin' ya own grave

You’re diggin' ya own grave, yeah