Lies About You – Gunna
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Lies About You

Feat. Lil Durk

ChorusGunna

It ain't no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes [Mmh
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels [Cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo [Mmh
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound [Out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you [Die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move [Mmh
Give praises to the God, don't believe in voodoo [Believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you [Lies about you]

Verse 1Gunna

Tell everything but the truth ['Thing but the truth
Get nothin' but love from my crew [Love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do [Hate what you do
Pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood [I'm in a good mood
Can't put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer shoes, mmh [Designer shoes
I drip, I need an award [Drippin' award
I whipped that white for that Porsche
I think I'm on a high horse [I'm on a high horse
YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes
We kill 'em off, no remorse [Off, no remorse
I gotta win, I can't lose
I'm tryna feed all my boys [Feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues for these hoes [Yeah
I got that flame to the torch [Yeah
Young Gunna ball with no court [Ball with no court
I hit the trap and quit sports
I give all thanks to the Lord [Thanks to the Lord
I hit that 'yo and record
They get that drip from your boy, mmh

ChorusGunna & Lil Durk

It ain't no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes [Mmh
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels [Cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo [Mmh
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound [Out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you [Die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move [Mmh
Give praises to the God, don't believe in voodoo [Turn up, believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you [Yeah yeah yeah yeah, turn up]

Verse 2Lil Durk

Man bag, guns in 'em [Dope
Track pants, run in 'em [Shots
Gorilla glue, Godzilla [Gas
We don't fuck with no nigga [Pussy
How you want that Saint Laurent bag, you ain't suckin' no dick? [Ho
My lil' LA bitch got jet-lag, she off that coke shit [Coke
Fuck that shit, come on, shawty [Shawty
Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari? [Skrrt
None of my niggaswant to party [No
Them young niggas want to catch a body [Grrah
We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots [Nah
Threesome, them my type of thots [Bitch
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy [No no
Tell that ho like, "Hell no" [No no
Main homie's bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he don't know [Don't know
In fact, they won't say shit
'Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled [Gang gang
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin' [Turn up
Your baby mama is trifling [Get 'em], yeah yeah

ChorusGunna

It ain't no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes [Mmh
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels [Cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo [Mmh
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound [Out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you [Die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move [Mmh
Give praises to the God, don't believe in voodoo [Believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you [Mmh]

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