Real Boston Richey – Ain’t Gone Lie Lyrics

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 shit (Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint shit)
‘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 niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me

[Verse]
Ain’t gon’ lie, shit, I get too high ’cause I been goin’ through shit
Ain’t gon’ lie, yeah, I been cheatin’ ’cause I don’t like no borin’ bitch
Ain’t gon’ lie, you got me fucked up, laid up on some horny shit
If you can’t eat it up when I need you to, the fuck I need you, bitch?
Fuck you, bitch, let me pack my shit, that’s some shit 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 bitch
Got two sticks and a glizzy in this bitch, the crackers better not pull this bitch
Watched a nigga that I loved changed on me, nigga, I’m through with this
If I smack a nigga, won’t put it on the ‘Gram, won’t know who I’m ‘to it with
When it come to buyin’ Bub’ and ridin’ fancy cars, nigga, I influence this
Before I bought a car, I was stealin’ cars, fuck nigga, I ain’t new to this
Nigga, I stayed down with all this shit, nigga, I’m true to this
You know when a nigga steal, you gon’ turn around like, “Who to hit?”
Why the fuck these fuck niggas playin’ with my name? Nigga know I’m too legit
The way this switch’ll bust off, make that bang, nigga need a coolin’ kit
I told that bitch she could lose my number, bitch, you dead, you on bougie shit
Louie V pants, Balenciaga bomber, why the fuck I can’t lose a bitch?
Bitch, I’m turned up than a motherfucker, but I be on that coolin’ shit
Boston be smilin’ like a motherfucker, but he’ll get on that stupid shit

[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 niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me