No Lie Remix

[Verse 1: Bravioso As God is my only witness Riding around and Im getting it Run your shit, Fitness Live rounds with that biscuit Fuck with me and get lifted Its like Kush automatic when I rip shit Yo flow nigga, I bench it My nuts meet yo bitch chin Like greetings witha handshake She said, treat me like a fastbreak Put her on her stomach Your ho became a fan aid She said she love it Let the homies run a fan train While Im in the booth Making it look like a matinee 12 Blunts in the ash-tray Ain't enough, Roll another one up Pour up, Another cup Turn up to the gun blaze Praise God, On Sunday's Im after the money come monday Fuck one or two on tuesday No lie, Thats my hump day But early morning wednesday Im back, Attacking that guap Back against the wall, South paw when I box When I pull its inevitable, Westside, BAH[!] [Hook: Bravioso] Real ain't what It used to be Its time to bring it back Put your fist up Leave your fear in the past Ima go hard, Guns Intact Ima run this bitch till my lungs collapse Real niggas stay strapped, I dont need no dap I dont give'em no dap x2 Nah, nigga fuck that, Gone run that Nah nigga fuck that, Run That, Nah nigga we strapped I dont give'em no dap, Nah nigga fuck that With them choppers in the bad, A hundred round X3 Try to get up [Verse 2: Bravioso] Screaming, Westside Nappy face Long hair, Jedi 2 Pistols doubles like staring in the devils eyes Thanks be to God, I put that on my moms Westside till the box, Pull up dumping out the drop Ahh On the cops like I robbed a bank, Feeling deranged Throwing money out the window In the right lane Do it for the mid and the poe mayne Never smoke mid, Only rolling up propane Bad bitch pour up, Purple in my drank Lean in the swisher got me smoking all day Burning slow Smoking that purple dank Juking five-o just tryna maintain I ain't waiting around to see how they treat us When they can't keep up, but they can't keep up, See yah No they can't peep the visa Unless they pulling us over with a feasible reason No they can't keep us down, So I gotta run this bitch Told Roc Ima hold us down, Ima run this bitch till I run outta pounds Four pound, BOW[!], Bompton bound, Yes Lord [Hook: Bravioso] Real ain't what It used to be Its time to bring it back Put your fist up Leave your fear in the past Ima go hard, Guns Intact Ima run this bitch till my lungs collapse Real niggas stay strapped, I dont need no dap I dont give'em no dap x2 Nah, nigga fuck that, Gone run that Nah nigga fuck that, Run That, Nah nigga we strapped I dont give'em no dap, Nah nigga fuck that With them choppers in the bad, A hundred round X3 Try to get up [Brigde: Bravioso] 12 Blunts in the ash-tray Ain't enough, Roll another one up Pour up, Another cup Turn up to the gun blaze Praise God, On Sunday's x2