Lies About You (feat. Lil Durk)

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been going hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hunnids, spread 'em 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

Good praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top, they'll tell lies about you

Tell everything but the truth, get nothing but love from my crew

I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roof

You caught me in a good mood, can't put a spike in my groove

Got more of these designer shoes

I drip, I need an award, I built that way for the Porsche

I think I'm on a high horse

YSL got nothing but Hi-Tunes, we kill 'em off, no remorse

I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys

I paid my dies to these hoes

I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court

I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the Lord

I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmm

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been going hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hunnids, spread 'em 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

Good praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top, they'll tell lies about you

Turn up, man bag, guns in 'em, track pants, run in 'em

Gorilla glue, Godzilla, we don't fuck with no ****

Who you want that Saint Laurent bag, you ain't sucking no dick?

My lil LA bitch got jet-lag, she off that coke shit

Fuck that shit, come on shorty, fuck that Ghost, where the 'Rari?

None of my **** wanna party, them young **** wanna catch a body

We ain't no wifing no Chiraq thots, threesome, them my type of thots

Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy, tell that hoe like hell no

Main homie  tried to fuck me and she told me he don't know

He won't say shit 'cause he know he gon' get pita rolled

And we about that violence, my young **** be wilding

Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been going hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hunnids, spread 'em 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

Good praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top, they'll tell lies about you