Lil Baby & Lil Durk – Lying Lyrics

Lying

Lil Baby & Lil Durk

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"Lying." - Lil Baby & Lil Durk

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:58 am

Album: The Voice of the Heroes

Track No: 10

Yeah, Smurk
I ain't gon' lie, this shit be
I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with
Like that, no auto
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Gang
Man, what?
**** bitches, act like they be getting switches
**** lying
Hit my DM like they killers, **** really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride
I be cooled up and- fuck that, ay, Zoo, post up outside
Who told these **** that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there then I'll pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim
If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
You got your gun and you be posting on the 'Gram?
I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell
In these streets you really gotta watch them ****, that shit real
I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle, these **** losing
We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? That shit the truth
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 talk 'bout who they kill, 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
Ain't no gas inside that steamer
I'ma get 'em to stuntin' us
Pop outside with two .30s, look like nunchucks
Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (Yeah)
(You a dumb fuck)
(Man, what?)
**** bitches, act like they be getting switches
**** lying
Hit my DM like they killers, **** really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride
I be cooled up and- fuck that, ay, Zoo, post up outside
Who told these **** that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there then I'll pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim
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 leech, 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 riding bulletproof Range
I'm a real big dog on Sparks Street, my apartments go crazy
It's just something 'bout that chopstick when that frying pan get shady
I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday and I'm thanking 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 playing straight crazy
I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me
Y'all lil' **** move out my way
**** bitches, act like they be getting switches
**** lying
Hit my DM like they killers, **** really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride
I be cooled up and- fuck that, ay, Zoo, post up outside
Who told these **** that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there then I'll pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim
If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Durk Banks & Jacob Denzal Canady.

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