Lies About You (feat. Lil Durk)

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Tell everything but the truth, get nothin' but love from my crew

I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs

You caught me in a good mood, can't put a spike in my groove

Got more these designer shoes (Mhmm)

I drip, I need an award

I built that way for that Porsche

I think I'm on a high horse

YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes, we kill 'em off, no remorse

I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys

Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes

I got that flame to the torch

Young Gunna ball with no court

I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord

I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Man bag, guns in 'em

Track pants, run in 'em

Gorilla blue, Godzilla

We don't fuck with no nigga

How you want that Saint Laurent bag?

You ain't suckin' no dick

My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit

Fuck that shit, come on shawty

Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari?

None of my niggas want to party

Them young niggas want to catch a body

We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots

Threesome, them my type of thots

Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy

Tell that ho like hell no

Main homie's bitch tried to fuck me

And she told me he don't know

If they out they won't say shit

'Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled

And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin'

Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you