Kirko Bangz - I Ain't Gotta Lie lyrics

f** you thought it was, boy? Eastside sh**, n***a One up Mobbing in the two-door Looking like the new Hov Pockets on fat Albert Last name Pujols So many groupie b**hes in the condo it's a group home And these n***as acting like they Jordan when they Luc Long Forgiato two tone Pour me out, I'm too strong Slanging hard wood, not the type of sh** you hoop on Super Bowl flows but I still get my Manute on Young JJ Redick, boy, don't make me get my Duke on Boy, I been out here too long Young boss n***a, I'm at V Live with a suite on Drinking smart water with a fruit bowl Boy, I got old ventures with your new hoe I'm tired of these n***as No, I'm not a k**er but I gotta pull the trigger Put an end to your lives, my n***a And in the end only a true survive, n***a I ain't gotta lie, lie n***a, I ain't gotta lie, lie I ain't gotta lie to these b**hes I ain't gotta lie, I ain't gotta lie Young n***a established Closest full of ballast Golf course clean, today I'm pulling out the caddy 24 years old and still got grudges with my daddy That's some sh** I can't get over like I caught a flat in traffic My fan base expanding, doing shows in Spanish Married women going nuts, her husband last name Planters I upgraded my standards, I ain't f**ing no more dancers And all my whips tinted like the master went camping Lacks to the floor, I been planning sh** n***as better react to the flow, I'm the man this year And I'mma f** your girlfriend again this year And every n***a that was hating he a fan this year