Lying Lyrics
Yeah, Smurk
I ain't gon' lie, this shit be
I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with
Like that, no auto
Gang (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Man, what?
N*ggas b*tches, act like they be getting switches, n*ggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, n*ggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and—, f*ck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these n*ggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage will take your brain
We put switchеs on them glizzys, we ain't evеn got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch on us, can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
You got your gun, and you be postin' on the 'Gram? (Yeah)
I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell
In these streets, you really gotta watch them n*ggas, that shit real
I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle, these n*ggas losing (Gang)
We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? That shit the truth
I ain't gon' speak on other cities, but Chiraq, that shit a zoo
Pop a pill and ride around with your killers, that's the move
Twenty-fifteen killers talk 'bout who they killed, that shit be new
Put your mask on (That's facts)
This that striker shit, for sure
Put some tags on (Go do it)
If your ass got a bag, put your guys on (Put your guys on)
Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (That's true)
Roll your blunt up (Yeah)
Ain't no gas inside that stink, I'ma get him stuntin' us (Stuntin' us)
Pop outside with two 30s, look like nunchucks (Two 30s, two 30s)
Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (Yeah)
You a dumb f*ck (Man, what?)
N*ggas b*tches, act like they be getting switches, n*ggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, n*ggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and—, f*ck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage will take your brain
We put switches on them glizzys, we ain't even got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch on us, can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
I never f*ck with nan one of y'all, don't put that on my name
You ain't leech, you did a little fraud and went and bought a chain
I'ma stick out like a sore thumb, ain't none of us the same
I came up inside a dog house, my mom gave me the game
I boss everyone up around me, how the f*ck y'all gon' complain?
Know my opps never gon' catch me, I ride in bulletproof Range
I'm a real big dawg, gon', my apartments go crazy
It's just somethin' 'bout that chopstick when that frying pan get shady
I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday, now I'm thankin' God that I made it
F*ck all these fake pages and these clout chasers, don't know of y'all know Baby
I'm being calm now, when that time come, I swear I'm playin' straight crazy
I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me, y'all lil' n*ggas move out my way
N*ggas b*tches, act like they be getting switches, n*ggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, n*ggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and—, f*ck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these n*ggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage will take your brain
We put switches on them glizzys, we ain't even got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch on us, can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
Song Details
Album : The Voice of the Heroes
Lyrics : Lil Durk, Lil Baby
Music : ATL Jacob
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