Liar Liar (Remix)

[J Hus:]
Claiming that you're a Gyalist
Claiming that you're a gangster
Claiming you gon' rob me
Claiming that you're a Trapstar
Claiming that you gon' shoot my team
And that you gon' stab man
Stop it... you ain't a bad man

Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)

[Krept:]
Keep up with the lies, fam it's hard for them
You're not lying, say Wallahi then
Them man lying, say their team went and bought sticks
About arsenals, your team never bought shit
It's not by force, be a goon
Cause there's no turning back when it booms
You got caught dabbing in a rave
Now the doctors are dabbing on your wounds
Everybody is a G till the war spreads
And the arms on your face, call it Ahmed
Mi no wan stress, I'd rather a bad B
Feel my D in her abs, call me Abdi
When the brain's shit, what the fuck's this?
So much uck, you would think I'm from Uxbridge
Self made, I eat Thai in tuxes
Stop lying, you ain't hustlers

[Konan:]
Don't let these wimps near me
Liar, liar, Jim Carrey
When it's on, they just run and hide
Bout.45s, swear on your mother's life
Skrr, skrr when I'm in a coupe
My young G, bring the beef to your door like Deliveroo
So don't get smart
If they find out that Mark's got the belly, they'll stretch Mark
If there's a problem, let me know
I need a bad ting like Demi Rose
I saw your chick in Nandos
Now she try'na Periscope
She wanna come back, late night ting
Better put your phone on silent
She said she never did this before
Stop lying, stop lying

Claiming that you're a Gyalist
Claiming that you're a gangster
Claiming you gon' rob me
Claiming that you're a Trapstar
Claiming that you gon' shoot my team
And that you gon' stab man
Stop it... you ain't a bad man

Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)

[J Hus:]
(Awhh my)
All night camper
Sweetcorn for a pretender
Might hit a bystander, last man standing
You're not understanding, last car got abandoned
Pull up in something that's not regular
Three man in the back, there's no leg room nah
This man wanna gossip and spread rumour
I don't talk about beef when I'm next to ya
You pop guns, sell bricks and you're no good
Put work in the streets and you're so hood
Yeah right, all of that sounds good
But why you not allowed back in your own hood?
Somebody's lying
Catch you red handed and you're still lying
Lying, lying
Can't mix sheep with lions

[MoStack (J Hus):]
Bitches, all I hear is they keep bitching
Sideman, pick a side, man, stop switching
What is this? These niggas got me on the hit list
I'm laughing, the only time they'll have me in stitches
I got a phone call, my pagan got touched
I weren't at the crime scene, I was in the hot tubs
Having a hot rub, you drop bangers, man it's hot stuff
Now that's a lie, cause you're not us
That was cheeky, she sucked my dick
While she tickled my balls, ooh la la, that was freaky
I didn't say I didn't like it though
You're looking like your bro, go buy a Lyca bro
Just trap hard, lick them shots like you're Lampard
Trap yard, turn it mad, I'm the landlord
Fiver, sell fives, you're just a minor
Liar, fake brudda in the designer
(Them man lie through their teeth)
(Take man's grub, I can't lie, I'm a teef)
Them man don't hit the trap and get cheese
You're a rat, you don't flip and stack, you're just chief
(You're lying, it's written all over)
(You ain't the gyaldem sugar, you're the gyaldem chauffeur)
You're the gyaldem's joker
She's sitting on your face, you're the gyaldem's sofa