Ain't Gone Lie - Aoc Obama, Lil Baby

Big Aoc

Y’all know me and Baby had to do one for the hood

Helluva made this beat, baby

I wouldn’t give a fuck if he ain’t one of mine

And we still ridin' 'round drops in the wintertime

I can’t even pick up for lil' dawg, they say he dropped a dime

I can’t even lie like it ain’t faze me, that shit on my mind

I can’t even lie like I ain’t bust down every time

I can’t even lie like I ain’t sell bags before I signed

I can’t even lie like I ain’t fucked the bitch, she know I’m lyin'

I can’t even lie, when it be up with us, we all ridin'

Real niggas runnin' all that fake shit dead

I ain’t scared of no nigga but I’m runnin' from the feds

Can’t go plain, I go hard, give me my cards, I’ma play it

Got a couple at the spot, load never where I stay at

Rollie, AP, or the Patek how I’ma play it

Stand on all ten, with my chest how I’ma say it

Got a passion for the fashion, whip my rental car for packages

Them hotboxes for smackin' shit, no pimp but I’ll mack a bitch

Codeine I sip be Acurian, I still have dreams 'bout Actavis

Can’t lie, I did not practice this, feel like we won a championship

I ran it up from half a zip, did four shows for a half a mil'

Before my shows, take half a pill, been killin' shit, I need to chill

Perfect with this trap shit, never had a rap check

I ain’t gon' lie, I stuffed a million in a mattress

All my diamonds real, ain’t nan' one catfished

Fuckin' five star hoes, still’ll entertain a rap bitch

Iced out, strapped up only for protection

And when you on that road, ho, you better not do no textin'

Stay down with me, baby, better not miss your blessing

He make 80K a year, bitch, I spent that on a necklace

Ayy, I ain’t gon' lie, ten cars in the driveway

I ain’t gon' lie, a thousand bags on the highway

Sent 'em to the A and I move that shit in one day

Flexin' in my city, got you haters lookin' sideways

I better not hear you lil' niggas talk that money

I got four pockets full, that’s why I walk so funny

And what I do in real life, it don’t make the 'Gram

While y’all was buyin' up pussy, I was buyin' up land

Three diamond Aoc chains, bitch, you know who I am

And all these tear drops real in case you running a scam

Me and Baby in the Rolls truck, diamonds all over

We pourin' drank in our pop, rest in peace Young Soda

I wouldn’t give a fuck if he ain’t one of mine

And we still ridin' 'round drops in the wintertime

I can’t even pick up for lil' dawg, they say he dropped a dime

I can’t even lie like it ain’t faze me, that shit on my mind

I can’t even lie like I ain’t bust down every time

I can’t even lie like I ain’t sell bags before I signed

I can’t even lie like I ain’t fucked the bitch, she know I’m lyin'

I can’t even lie, when it be up with us, we all ridin'