Lil Peep was described as a "SoundCloud rapper", and his musical style is considered lo-fi rap or emo-trap. The New York Times defined Åhr as the Kurt Cobain of lo-fi rap and described his music as gloomy and diabolically melodic. Åhr's music generally draws on both southern US rap and the angsty introspection of the rock subgenre post-hardcore.
In 2015, Åhr released his first mixtape, Lil Peep Part One, which generated 4,000 plays in its first week. Shortly thereafter, he released his first extended play, Feelz, and another mixtape, Live Forever. In 2016, Åhr released two seminal mixtapes, Crybaby and Hellboy.
Liar
Lil Peep Lyrics
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I've been through a lot boy
I ain't gonna stop boy
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)
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
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?
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
The lyrics of Lil Peep's song Liar talks about his experiences and hard work while in the music industry. He mentions that he has faced a lot, but still he won't stop. Lil Peep is known for his unique style that combines hip hop, emo, and punk rock, and he talks about how his music is labeled as rap or pop, but he doesn't care what people call it. He takes a jab at his haters by calling them "opp," which is slang for opposition or enemy. He mentions that he knows real killers who are different from the people who try to act tough but are actually weak. Lil Peep says that he has respect because he doesn't lie.
Throughout the song, Lil Peep also talks about people who are trying to show off and compete with each other. He mentions how everybody wants to flex, but he only wants to make money for his mother. He explains how he was really in the kitchen, but he sings about girls because he knows killers, and they are not "like you at all." Lil Peep's music often reflects his struggles with mental health, drug addiction, and identity, and he was open about his struggles in his lyrics and interviews.
Line by Line Meaning
I've been through a lot boy
I've experienced various struggles, boy.
I ain't gonna stop boy
I won't quit, boy.
Always runnin' from the cops boy
I'm always fleeing from the police, boy.
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah
Name it rap, name it pop, boy, yeah.
Call it what you want, boy, yeah
You can refer to it however you wish, boy, yeah.
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah
We call you opposition, boy! Yeah.
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
You possess a large firearm? Who have you shot, boy?
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi
I'm a true-life GothBoi, damn it.
Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Why are you fibbing out there on the streets?
Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
Why the heck are you not telling the truth to me?
Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
Why the heck are you lying to her?
You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah)
You couldn't even purchase her a handbag (No).
Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
Everybody desires to flaunt their superiority (Why?).
I just want some money for my mother (Damn)
I simply want some cash for my mother, dammit.
This ain't a competition (Nah)
This isn't a competition (No).
Please listen (Yeah)
Please pay attention (Yeah).
I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
I was actually cooking in the kitchen, yeah.
But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
But I rap about females, yeah.
'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)
Because I genuinely know murderers.
And they are not like you at all
And they are unlike you entirely.
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
And I could discern it, yeah, I could sense it.
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
I could visualize it in your eyes, boy, yeah.
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah)
That's why I have respect since I'm not a lying person, boy (No).
You ain't on the block, boy
You're not present on the block, boy.
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
Yes, you have a Glock firearm, boy, yeah.
You hot, boy?
Are you wanted by the authorities, boy?
That ain't smart boy get your ass locked boy
That's not wise, boy, you'll get yourself into trouble, boy.
And for what?
And for what reason?
You're diggin' ya own grave
You're digging your own grave.
You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah
You're digging your own grave, yeah.
Writer(s): Gustav Ahr, Brenden Murray, Benjamin Friars Funkhouser
Contributed by Hannah A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Outro]
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
@GwenisImmune
[Intro]
I've been through a lot boy (Punk star)
I've been through a lot boy
I ain't gonna stop boy
Ouu Bi-Bighead on the beat
I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah
Always runnin' from the cops, boy
Yeah
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Outro]
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
@nicolasvsousa
It's amazing how much this guy still succeeds even dead, the Peep songs helped me a lot in some depressing situations, and I'm so grateful for all that. Rest in piece Peep.
@Jster111
Same I miss him
@SteveStylezOfficial
facts RIP Peep! if you have a chance check my music vid in LA with 3 hottie thotties....Ble$$
@go1666
How is it physically possible for someone to make this many good songs
@CasteloBrancoG
ikr
@WolverineKX
just enjoy bro!! Wish we could be hearing new songs from him :c
@CasteloBrancoG
@André Regø ?
@alesha2480
That's peep for you.
@benchouaib06
https://youtu.be/1ajX4a8Fyjo
@ihatezlo
One day this video would say that it was released 20 years ago and we all would still be here
~ 28/8/21 see u all in 19 years ♥