brezzo - i ain't lyin lyrics
(they already have goats)
(not these goats.)
[chorus]
yeah, on the block, in the hood, know i brought nine
i ain’t lyin’, up 50, i’m back now
i ain’t lyin’, your b*tch get her back broke
i ain’t lyin, the b*tch* (oh wait, wait)
i ain’t lyin’, the brake gettin’* (wait, no)
i ain’t lyin’, the bank gettin’ d*mn broke
i ain’t lyin’, that*
traphouse ten bag’s up, how the f*ck this sh*t get sold?
i ain’t scared, do that sh*t on my d*mn own
i was young actin’ like i was d*mn grown
hit your b*tch in the back, gettin’ d*mn boned
in the trap like this sh*t here was home alone
told my momma, “you good, i got my own”
and i’m doubling back, that’s for d*mn sure
drug traffic, i’m on that d*mn road
[verse]
i ain’t lyin’, sometimes i be d*mn wrong
cause i had to get this sh*t right the the d*mn store
i ain’t lyin’, sometimes i still act broke
cause i came up quick and i d*mn know
tryna tell you my n*gga, my mind gone
takin’ drugs in a whole different time zone
tryna trap, n*gga yeah, i got two phones
take yours n*gga, now i got two phones
take yours n*gga, now i got two poles
make a f*ck n*gga strip, i don’t need pole
why my potna’nem hate, why you change on me
but i dont give a f*ck, i got glock on me
[chorus]
all the time it’s some muhf*ckin’ racks on me
i ain’t lyin’, i’m keepin’ some stacks on
i ain’t lyin’, up 50, i’m back now
i ain’t lyin’, your b*tch get her back broke
i ain’t lyin, the b*tch* (oh wait, wait)
i ain’t lyin’, the brake gettin’* (wait, no)
i ain’t lyin’, the bank gettin’ d*mn broke
i ain’t lyin’, that*
traphouse ten bag’s up, how the f*ck this sh*t get sold?
i ain’t scared, do that sh*t on my d*mn own
9am, get to workin’ that d*mn phone
have you ‘cain with my arm in that d*mn bowl
in the loop, know i stay on the d*mn road
ps5, have this sh*t in con*d*mn*trol
[verse 2]
pulled up quick, i don’t take strolls
this ain’t the backstreet, trap at the main store
yea you can die for a bankroll
it’s been ten days, you ain’t did sh*t but change clothes
me and my b*tch broke a bag down
me and my twin handing racks out
young n*gga sh*t, i’m a cash cow
go ask about me, i don’t play around
i know how long i stayed down
you better go find a way out, d*mn
ten racks, no i don’t play ’round
spend this sh*t, make this sh*t back at the playground, d*mn
trappin’ it, we’re at my d*mn house
young n*gga constantly teaching some d*mn clown’s
i could go make a thou’ right now
i ain’t never lied in no raps, dawg
hold on* you ain’t even make your re*up
on god, you can’t sit in my trap dawg
who need a rulebook? sh*t get ripped up
told the b*tch strip or i’m not finna tip her
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