Ain't Gotta Lie

[Intro]

(It's a Wayne beat)

(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]

Ain't gotta lie to these bitches, they already wanna fuck

Ain't gotta lie to these niggas, they bitches lie to them enough

Better not play if you thirsty, bitches be linin' niggas up

Glock'll give you lip injections, this a Kylie Jenner gun, wait

Should I do the rose Patek skelly or the Rollie?

This the type of shit I used to dream about in Cody

I'm the type of nigga duck the feds if they on me

You thе type of nigga duck a nigga if you owe him

Two M's in jewеlry every time I link with Skilla

Get a nigga fried, I'm the stove, Doc the skillet

We be overbuyin', we got more guns than killers

Should I buy two hundred choppers or a Richard Millie?

Don't bet with them niggas if they against us, they gon' fail you

Ask them niggas what's the score, I bet they ain't gon' tell you

Gray and blue Track' look like an Oakland county jail suit

Better not raise your voice at Mari Red, that boy'll nail you

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]

Ain't gotta lie to a nigga, if I'ma kill him, I'ma kill him

In the rental on the road with more dog than a kennel

R.I.P. my pops, he would've put your pops in the 'spital

Niggas rats, when they get jammed, they talk, Stuart Little

Catch a snitch walkin' out of court and shoot off the dribble

Niggas only shooters when they on the 'net, Kerry Kittle

Heard his life leave, I knew he was dead when I hit him

Told the dope fiends sign to Roc Nation, I'm Jigga

Should I play the 580, Urus, or the Track'?

If you wanna sign to me or Tee, catch a hat

Spinnin' in the Track', no cap, killers in the back

These ain't regular handguns, I put switches on the back

Wilt Chamberlain in the whip, left a hundred on that one block

The handgun Glock, when I slid, I had to come chop

Bro locked up, he couldn't come shank, had to come lock

You know me, I make opps duck, I don't duck opps