Gunna - Lies About You lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna] It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my j**els 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 [Verse 1: Gunna] 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, 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 k** '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 champ and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh [Chorus: Gunna] It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my j**els 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 [Verse 2: Lil Durk] Man bag, guns in 'em Track pants, run in 'em Gorilla blue, Godzilla We don't f** with no n***a How you want that Saint Laurent bag, you ain't s**in' no dick? My lil LA b**h got jetlag, she off that coke sh** f** that sh**, come on shawty f** that Ghost, where the Rari? None of my n***as want to party Them young n***as want to catch a body We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots Threesome, them my type of thots Vegas b**h tried to sell me p**y Tell that ho like hell no Main homie's b**h tried to f** me And she told me he don't know If they out they won't say sh** ‘Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled And we about the violence, my young n***as be wildin' Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah [Chorus: Gunna] It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my j**els 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