Ain’t Gotta Lie

(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)

Ain't gotta lie to these -, they already wanna -
Ain't gotta lie to these -, they - lie to them enough
Better not play if you thirsty, - be linin' - up
Glock will give you lip injections, this a Kylie Jenner gun, wait
Should I do the rose Patek skelly or the Rollie?
This the type of - I used to dream about in Cody
I'm the type of - duck the feds if they on me
You the type of - duck a - if you owe him

Two M's in jewelry every time I link with Skilla
Get a - fried, I'm the stove, Doc the skillet
We be over buyin', we got more guns than killers
Should I buy two hundred choppers or a Richard Millie?
Don't bet with them - if they against us, they gon' fail you
Ask them - 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 will nail you

Haha, ain't gotta lie to a -, 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
- rats, when they get jammed, they talk, Stuart Little
Catch a snitch walkin' out of court and shoot off the dribble
- 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