Song Info: All That Cheating Lying Conniving Song name is Lay Down (Remix) sung by OMB Peezy & GloRilla.
All That Cheating Lying Conniving Lyrics
[Intro: OMB Peezy]
(Drum Dummie)
Look
[Chorus: OMB Peezy & GloRilla]
All of that woofin’ like you ’bout that s^^t
Better stop that s^^t (Stop that s^^t)
B^^ch, I got something to make you lay down
(B^^ch, I got something to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin’ through a n^^ga mind
When I’m loadin’ up them K rounds (When I’m loadin’ up them K rounds)
And we gon’ ride through that p^^sy n^^ga block
One of these nights and let ’em have it (Peezy)
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round (F^^k boy, we ain’t gon’ play round)
And we gon’ ride through that p^^sy n^^ga block
One of these nights and let ’em have it (Eh, GloRilla)
F^^k, boy (Ugh), we ain’t gon’ play ’round (Shut up)
[Verse 1: GloRilla]
All of that cheatin’, lyin’, connivin’ s^^t, had to drop that b^^ch (F^^k)
He must’ve thought I was gon’ stay ’round (Got outta there, outta there)
I wish a n^^ga would try me likе I ain’t that b^^ch
‘Cause I got n^^gas that don’t play about me (On the gang, gang)
Uh, I can say proudly with my chеst
A b^^ch ain’t never booked me for nothin’
So try me if you want to (Ho)
That’s the first time I won’t be the one
Money, money, money, s^^t on hoes goin’ through a b^^ch mind (Woah, ugh)
On gang, gang
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
All of that woofin’ like you ’bout that s^^t
Better stop that s^^t (Stop that s^^t)
B^^ch, I got something to make you lay down
(B^^ch, I got something to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin’ through a n^^ga mind
When I’m loadin’ up them K rounds (When I’m loadin’ up them K rounds)
And we gon’ ride through that p^^sy n^^ga block
One of these nights and let ’em have it
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round (F^^k boy, we ain’t gon’ play round)
And we gon’ ride through that p^^sy n^^ga block
One of these nights and let ’em have it
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round (F^^k boy, we ain’t gon’ play round)
[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Ayy, ridin’ ’round with fed cases (Uh)
Murk a n^^ga for a couple dead faces (Ayy)
F^^k your baby momma, ain’t no sympathy
I hope she have a dead baby (F^^k that)
N^^gas wanna tell the police everything (Uh)
Well, tell ’em how that lead tastin’ (Talkin’)
I’ve been in the streets, no sleep
Told ’em that he ain’t seen the dead lately (Yeah)
I’ve been trippin’, poppin’ fifties
I remember I ain’t have a pot to p^^s in (Uh, uh)
Partners kick it in the trenches (Uh)
N^^ga trippin’? Grab the Glock and pop the stick in (Uh, uh)
Murder mission, pop a jigga
Smoke a black, wait for my high to kick in (Uh)
Rob a n^^ga flat broke, he shake back? (Skrrt)
Then I’m gon’ rob him again (Yeah)
All of that woofin’ like you ’bout that s^^t
Better stop that s^^t (N^^ga), I’ll pop that b^^ch
Slide through your block, murk a n^^ga
Then I’m out that b^^ch
Look, all of that woofin’ like you ’bout that s^^t
Better stop that s^^t, I’ll pop that b^^ch
Slide through your block, murk a n^^ga
Then I’m out that b^^ch (Look)
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
All of that woofin’ like you ’bout that s^^t
Better stop that s^^t (Stop that s^^t)
B^^ch, I got something to make you lay down
(B^^ch, I got something to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin’ through a n^^ga mind
When I’m loadin’ up them K rounds (When I’m loadin’ up them K rounds)
And we gon’ ride through that p^^sy n^^ga block
One of these nights and let ’em have it
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round (F^^k boy, we ain’t gon’ play round)
And we gon’ ride through that p^^sy n^^ga block
One of these nights and let ’em have it
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round (F^^k boy, we ain’t gon’ play round)
[Outro: OMB Peezy]
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round
F^^k, boy, we ain’t gon’ play ’round