Ain’t Gone Lie lyrics

by

Real Boston Richey



[Intro]
Yeah
Mm, turn me up a lil' more, brother
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
(Andree, run it up)
Only got myself, it's just me
Just me
Standin' ten toes on this sh*t (Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint sh*t)
'Til the Lord call my name
Uh

[Chorus]
Only got myself, it's just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I'm watchin' whoever watchin' me
I'm givin' Instagrams to all them n*ggas who ever called for me
I'm givin' Goyard bags to all my b*tches, that's why they flock to me
If the b*tch don't do hair or do some nails, the b*tch can't talk to me
I ain't gon' lie, I done been through Hell, I make a b*tch walk to me
Ain't gon' lie, b*tch can't f*ck my brother, the b*tch can't talk to me

[Verse]
Ain't gon' lie, sh*t, I get too high 'cause I been goin' through sh*t
Ain't gon' lie, yeah, I been cheatin' 'cause I don't like no borin' b*tch
Ain't gon' lie, you got me f*cked up, laid up on some horny sh*t
If you can't eat it up when I need you to, the f*ck I need you, b*tch?
f*ck you, b*tch, let me pack my sh*t, that's some sh*t I can't put up with
You know it's disrespectful if you ask me, "Boston, who you pulled up with?"
Five years ago when I pulled up, I would floss when I pulled the b*tch
Got two sticks and a glizzy in this b*tch, the crackers better not pull this b*tch
Watched a n*gga that I loved changed on me, n*gga, I'm through with this
If I smack a n*gga, won't put it on the 'Gram, won't know who I'm 'to it with
When it come to buyin' Bubba and ridin' fancy cars, n*gga, I influence this
Before I bought a car, I was stealin' cars, f*ck n*gga, I ain't new to this
n*gga, I stayed down with all this sh*t, n*gga, I'm true to this
You know when a n*gga steal, you gon' turn around like, "Who to hit?"
Why the f*ck these f*ck n*ggas playin' with my name? n*gga know I'm too legit
The way this switch'll bust off, make that bang, n*gga need a coolin' kit
I told that b*tch she could lose my number, b*tch, you dead, you on bougie sh*t
Louie V pants, Balenciaga bomber, why the f*ck I can't lose a b*tch?
b*tch, I'm turnt up than a motherf*cker, but I be on that coolin' sh*t
Boston be smilin' like a motherf*cker, but he'll get on that stupid sh*t
[Chorus]
Only got myself, it's just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I'm watchin' whoever watchin' me
I'm givin' Instagrams to all them n*ggas who ever called for me
I'm givin' Goyard bags to all my b*tches, that's why they flock to me
If the b*tch don't do hair or do some nails, the b*tch can't talk to me
I ain't gon' lie, I done been through Hell, I make a b*tch walk to me
Ain't gon' lie, b*tch can't f*ck my brother, the b*tch can't talk to me
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