Gunna – Lies About You (feat. Lil Durk)


Fuck that shit, come on shawty

‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
‘Cause he know he gon’ get peter-rolled
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
Tell that ho like hell no
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
[Chorus: Gunna]
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
Man bag, guns in ’em
Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari?
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin’
None of my niggas, want to party
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
[Chorus: Gunna]
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
We ain’t wifing no Chiraq thots
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you
Threesome, them my type of thots

The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
Tell everything but the truth, get nothin’ but love from my crew
I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
And she told me he don’t know
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I’m on a high horse
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
Main homie’s bitch tried to fuck me
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Track pants, run in ’em
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit
YSL, got none’ but Hi-Tunes, we kill ’em off, no remorse

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
[Chorus: Gunna]
We don’t fuck with no nigga
If they out they won’t say shit
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
You caught me in a good mood, can’t put a spike in my groove
I gotta win, I can’t lose, I’m tryna feed all my boys
Them young niggas want to catch a body
Got more these designer shoes
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
How you want that Saint Laurent bag and you ain’t suckin’ no dick
Gorilla glue, Godzilla
I drip, I need an award