I Ain't Gonna Lie

And I ain't gonna lie

You be smokin', I be drinkin', I ain't gonna lie

I just need some bad bitches, I ain't gonna lie

We ain't every had shit, I ain't gonna lie

Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie

(I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie

I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie

I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie

I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie

I ain't gonna lie

I see all my home boys here, so let me put my gun up

Price on ya head, where do I get rung up?

I be with scumbags, all about that humbug

While niggas savin' hoes like dun, dun, dun, dun, dun

Choke ya ass with nunchuks, trunk full of blum blums

Young Money, young guns, heroes, unsung

Give that bitch pom poms, touch down my nigga

Sittin' on my money, a junk pile my nigga

Don't come 'round my niggas, don't come 'round my nigga

We ballin, never commend dumb fouls my nigga

We been husslin' since Mike Tyson Punch Out my nigga

Feds listenin', okay, that's enough about my niggas

Yeah, sippin' on a little sumin' sumin', mind ya business

Got these hoes waitin' while I'm doin' calisthenics

And she give me head while her lips movin' a mile a minute

And that bitch you kissin' on just came out the clinic, I ain't lyin'

Nigga I ain't finished, smokin' on that good weed

What's that cent not a penny

Montana, corleone, Capone got admitted

I can't show 'em how I do it, now only how I did it

Lil Tunechi

My dogs stick together like new money

Gettin' new money before the blue money

From the grave to the charts, shorty ass in the front

Rose from the ashes, she flickin' the blunt

Talkin' roof of the trunk, skip school, Ferris Bueller

Hop out with the Smith & Wesson, don't front

Shorty dyin' for the money and the jewels, lord

Put diamonds in the sole of her shoes, lord

Had a dream about a dream, suit to the sewer

I ain't count days, let my days countin' truly

All I wanted was a space ship chain dangle

No money in her pocket, fucked her on the pool table

Wash my sins while I'm washin' money

Talkin' shit, yeah nigga, fish tale of the fishscale

Ray Charles all black big versace shades

Malcolm X double up, yeah nigga, domino

Put the plan in motion, tints say I'm ghostin'

Twat, tannin' lotion, yacht, Atlantic ocean

Straight to his head, talkin' Reggie Miller shit

Run up on ya yacht on the water, Captain Phillips shit

We be smokin' on some water shit

Swingin' iron Golf of Mexico drug dealership (Haaan!)