Tell The Truth Lyrics

Tell the Truth huh

Tell the Tr- Bitch Yea

Tell the Truth why you lying to me

Bitch stay crying to me

Big Bs, worth a big buck, bout 950

Big broke, I was wearing clothes, that did not fit me

With my nigga Gib, but I ain't got Taj with me

Chilling with yo bitch tryna slob the knobs off heem

She want big energy but I don't drink coffee

Wanna swig of my juice better back up off me

Bitch like cold brew she the real Steve Austin

Just me alone up in this car it's 50 shots up in this whip

I got my gun up in the bar ain't gotta shank nobody hip

I'm loud as hell inside the school they keep thinking I got Zip

I'm proud as hell without the Prada got Balenci for the kicks

I put my weed into the Grabba now I got her doing tricks Ha

Skilla voice nigga

When it come to making money I'm as legal as it get

Still dirty still illegal but I got a lethal stick

Pill junkies on the loose they crashing out I know they sick

I ain't never met niggas i make a post they on my dick

Tell the Truth why you hating on me, Niggas debating on me

I can't trust shit reason why I keep bang on me

Glizz coming home couple days, we waiting on E

Paid half a rack for the, , the attachments free

Switch it up niggas stay switching up they wild as hell

My girl screaming Free E ain't talking bout no YSL

I den lost majority of my caps ain't no lie to tell 49 up in the clip I'm sending fitteds Through the mail

Message

What's this

(Bullet flying)

Oh my goodness this nigga not joking with me

And I hate this bitch singing too

Heard I got that's dog in me ain't talking Marmaduke

When I'm talking to you don't lie baby Tell the Truth

Clutching on my Iron when I'm recording right in the booth yea

Tell the Truth huh

Tell the Tr- Bitch Yea

Tell the Truth why you lying to me

Bitch stay crying to me

Big Bs, worth a big buck, bout 950

Big broke, I was wearing clothes, that did not fit me

Nigga pass the ball I been throwing lobs hit me

Ho You Fat in the clip might be standeezy

He keep texting her phone, she occupied I ain't Eazy

Made a lot of hits off the red iFeezy

Brodie popping Big Foe I think he feel like Peazy

Blessing on the way, got me Geeked like Jeezy

How the fuck he a jack, Cmon man that's easy

Ain't got no book for my raps boy this shit off heezy

You want a hook you getting waxed you ain't Los or Gz

Gz, you know the guys? Bitch you know who I'm talking bout

All these niggas do is fucking run they mouth

Behind my back I don't know what it's bout

All these niggas do is fucking doubt

For some racks they a run through yo house

Hope you got it all mapped out lil nigga

You ain't the plug you ain't boss I seen it all nigga

You got a nice pit betta watch ya dog nigga

You know me and bro known to snatch em all nigga

Naw fr though yea Free E bitch