Tee Grizzley, Skilla Baby - Ain't Gotta Lie lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tee Grizzley, Skilla Baby - Ain't Gotta Lie lyrics]
It's a Wayne beat, his name's Pablo
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
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 rIP 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
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
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 rIP 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