Lies About You
Gunna Lyrics


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It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move
The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Tell everything but the truth, get nothin' but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, can't put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer shoes, mmm I drip, I need an award
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I'm on a high horse
YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes, we kill 'em off, no remorse
I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
I hit that champ and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move
The praises to the God, don't believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Tryna man bag, guns in 'em
Track pants, run in 'em
Gorilla blue, Godzilla
We don't fuck with no nigga
How you want that Saint Laurent bag, you ain't suckin' no dick?
My lil' LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit
Fuck that shit, come on shawty
Fuck that Ghost, where the 'Rari?
None of my niggas want to party
Them young niggas want to catch a body
We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots
Threesome, them my type of thots
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy
Tell that ho like hell no
Main homie's bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he don't know
If they out they won't say shit
'Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin'
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move




The praises to the God, don't believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Overall Meaning

In "Lies About You," Gunna talks about how he has spent multiple amounts of money on his shoes and jewels, and how they aren't fake. He mentions how he walks into Hermes and buys a bag for his girl, and how he gets blue hundreds, spreading them like a wound. Gunna then goes on to mention how he can't get a girl off his mind and how he may even die for her. He talks about how he can't control how he moves since he's so rich and has gained so much success. Furthermore, Gunna mentions that when people reach the top, others will start spreading lies about them.


The song also talks about how Gunna has no time for fake friends, and that he only gets love from people who support him. He mentions how he hates people who try to bring him down and that he only surrounds himself with people who truly care for him. Additionally, he addresses that he's built for success and that he deserves it all. In the third verse, Gunna raps about various situations involving women and how he deals with them, along with how he and his "young n***as" are always ready for violence.


Overall, "Lies About You" is a song about Gunna's wealth, his success, and how he deals with the people around him, who either support him or try to bring him down.


Line by Line Meaning

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I really did spend a lot of money on my shoes


I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I've been working hard for my money, and I paid for my jewelry with cash


I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I went to the Hermes store and bought a bag for my significant other


I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
I have a lot of hundred-dollar bills, and I spread them out like a wound


Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
I can't stop thinking about you, it's like a matter of life and death


My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move
My outfit was expensive, and it makes me feel confident and unstoppable


The praises to the God, don't believe in voodoo
I give thanks to God, and I don't believe in the superstitions of voodoo


'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you
People will spread rumors and lies about you when you're successful




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Durk D. Banks, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Tony T. Son

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@samanmoheban5172

Durk's verse made me a fan. Shit was fire!!!!

@corkytoocool

That alien sine sound 2 crazy and the drum pattern not common this beat Is crazy

@Lordhavemercy96

This prolly the smoothest beat he had made for him on the tape. That guitar the first 10 seconds all I need in my life

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