Lies About You Gunna (Ft. Lil Durk)

[Intro]
(Boy)

[Chorus: Gunna]
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 1: Gunna]
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