Lyrics Ain't Gone Lie - Aoc Obama, Lil Baby

Ain't Gone Lie

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'