Lil Baby, Lil Durk - Lying lyrics

Yeah, Smurk i ain't gon' lie, this shit be
I be on that shmurda shit
That shit over with like that, no auto
Gang (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) man, what?

Niggas bitches, act like
They be gettin' switches,  niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers
 niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers
I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and, fuck that, ayy Zoo
Post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and
They can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off
My entourage'll take your brain
We put switchеs on them glizzies
We ain't еven got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch, your ass
Can't come back 'round
We ain't that type of gang

You got your gun
And you be postin' on the 'Gram? (yeah)
I can see it in your eyes
Get in that jam and you will tell
In these streets, you really
Gotta watch them niggas, that shit real
I shot dice with millionaires, so
I don't really gamble Zelle
These niggas losing (Gang)
We gon' pop out on our feet
Who out the roof? This shit the truth
I ain't gon' speak on
Other cities, but Chiraq, that shit a zoo
Pop a pill and ride around with your killers
That's the move
2015, killers talkin' 'bout who they killed
That shit be new
Put your mask on (That's facts)
This that striker shit, for sure
Put some tags on (Go do it)
If your ass got a bag, put your guys on
(Put your guys on)
Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do
He got lied on (That's true)
Roll your blunt up (yeah)
Ain't no gas inside that steamer
I'ma get him stuntin' us (Stuntin' us)
Pop outside with two 30s, look like nunchucks
(Two 30s, two 30s) just to get inside
I'll probably give your guns up (yeah)
You a dumb fuck (Man, what?)

Niggas bitches, act like they
Be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers
Niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers
I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and, fuck that, ayy Zoo
Post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and
They can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off
My entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzies
We ain't even got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch, your ass
Can't come back 'round
We ain't that type of gang

I never fuck with nan one of y'all
Don't put that on my name you ain't lit
You did a little fraud and
Went and bought a chain
I'ma stick out like a sore thumb
Ain't none of us the same
I came up inside a dog house
My mom gave me the game
I bossed everyone up around me
How the fuck I'm gon' complain?
Know my opps never gon' catch me
I'm ridin' bulletproof Range
I'm a real big dawg, on Sparks Street
My apartments go crazy
It's just somethin' 'bout that chopstick when
That frying pan get shady
I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday
Now I'm thankin' God that I made it
Fuck all these fake pages
And these clout chasers
Don't none of y'all know Baby
I'm being calm now, when that time come
I swear I'm playin' straight crazy
I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me
Y'all lil' niggas move out my way

Niggas bitches, act like they
Be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers
Niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers
I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and, fuck that, ayy Zoo
Post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and
They can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off
My entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzies
We ain't even got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch, your ass
Can't come back 'round
We ain't that type of gang