[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
They lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop
They lying
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
N***a you ain't ever shot shit, bitch
You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick
You too tender dick that I'mma try to pimp a bitch
On the tape you, a ape, catch a case, you a snitch
Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don't mean a thang
You can't even go up in the streets you used to hang
Putting on for the fame, you ain't know 'bout real pain
Fairytaling ass n***a, scary ass n***a
Don't give back to your city, they should jack your ass
Did my research Webbie, they don't live like that
Turn on the radio you hear the same thing
Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame
It seems rappers don't struggle no mo', love they mother nomo
I just left a place where you n***as will get fucked up, so
Love a fucking bank roll the pussy n***a easy
We cut from a different cloth n***a, believe that
[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people

[Verse 2: Webbie]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?
Putting all these pussy ass n***as on the list
Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs
Shit big, got big booty bitches, yup all that
They call my phone all the time I probably call back
Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back
Bandana, Polo pajamas, y'all n***as pussy cats
I dick it down and you ain't even get your drawers back
Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers
Have these lil pussy rappers dropping like they spreading cancer
I been tryna make it, please don't make me make it happen
Do what you want but you won't fuck with the savage, tell 'em

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens
Skinny ass pants, pussy ass jeans
You n***as different from Badazz ENT
Cause we never rap beef, we just put n***as to sleep
I got a face that make these n***as ain't me
They ain't real like I'm real cause these n***as ain't street
The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep
And other artists follow that shit, but not me
I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring
These n***as clone mane so Boosie on mane
I got that Geto boy, NWA shit
You got that four dollar bill music, that fake shit

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]

[Verse 4: Webbie]
Yeah we see y'all n***as, we don't believe y'all n***as
We don't fuck with y'all n***as, we will bleed y'all n***as
On the real y'all actors , we don't feel y'all bastards
We'll leave y'all pussy asses straight for the pastor bitch, preach

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop, they lying
They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop, they lying