True Story ft. Big Sad 1900 Lyrics

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Yeah, talk to these niggas, 1900, nigga, big sad, yeah

I don't want the bitch, nigga, you can keep the ho

Nigga in this feel is about the bitch, he tryna beat the hoe

Pulled up in the horse, you hear the motor and the speakers blow

She want me stay the night, but I be leavin' though

I can't be fuckin' with you bitches, y'all be thirsty

And my friends use everything they know just to hurt me

I'm shootin' when I come, when you see me, you better murk me, yeah

killin' everything on sight, showin' no mercy

Had a hundred thousand and I split it with the gang

These niggas wanna be rappers, puttin' dirt up on my name

Dead homies, I'm the same nigga, I ain't change

Love for the gang, screamin' free, tiny, strange

Two cups, codeine, pour it, I get wasted

Four of high tech in a Fanta, I love to taste it

I be goin' crazy off the Perks, turn into Satan

I want a Lamborghini truck, I know I gotta paste it

Fuck shakin' hands, got real shooters on your ball cap

Been gettin' bands with real troopers, that's what all that

Nigga, you my dog, then you my dog, niggas be all cap

I'm from the land where niggas tricky and catch amnesia

Remember we was loaded, starving trippin' off a broken hope

Over heard a lick for 80,000, cousins sniffin' dope

If we catch them niggas, we gon' whoop em where they stand at

F'n in bullets, flippin' demons, better stay strapped

Give a bitch position, you trippin', baby, gon' feel herself

Bitch thought she was winning, got jiggy and let her kill herself

Ladder gang, baby, need millions, gon' make them pennies stretch

Being off the porch, seen many and plenty go under

And when it rains and pours, you better take cover

In the streets deep with plenty women and cold hustlers

Nigga, I was raised by pimpin', killin' with no busters

Huhhhhhhnnn