True story Lyrics

Know this a true story, I don't talk bout I'm a rude boy

Hopped inside the whip, we do mechanics, what you do boy

Rude boy, keep on talking with them pool toys

I don't slide on blocks but I'm gon skim it, wearing Tom ford

I be with my doggies, out the pound like who you coming for

You be with your bitch that I don't fuck, she said she wanting more

Might as well pick up that little bag and sell that pussy low

She call me daddy but I ain't a pimp, just how I run my show

I let her go, run back to the streets, that's where she belong

Said that she don't like my voice, okay, I still get in that thong

Anyway, I got off of topic, who we sliding on

Shit bro from riding away, him and his bitch they keep on talking to

Brody mad cause my nigga D ran off with his chick

Load up for that play, out the way, we gon' catch a lick

Six deep in that four, close the door cause it's time to go

Get right with your God cause you don't know if you coming home

Pulled up to the loc, what you want? You don't want no smoke

Snipers with them scopes, FN beams, we gon' hit your throat

Know that I sound crazy on this flow, it's my passion, though

Fashion Nova model with a blick inside her purse for show

Know, this a true story, I don't talk bout I'm a rude boy

Hopped inside the whip, we do mechanics, what you do boy

Pool boy, keep on talking with them pool toys

I don't slide on blocks but I'm gon' skim it wearing Tom Ford

Bro hopped out the whip, this ain't no gimmick, threw them hands forward

Lowkey got his shit done in FoDre there like a backboard

Pulling up like run forest, I look to my left and see a car that's bout to hit my boy

No, no, no, cannot afford

Bro was straight but can't find D

Ran up to the whip cause he got hit, I got my heat

They got like four pounds to they face, not your day to day

You better reverse or you won't see the light again

I'm seeing death right in they eyes, that shit I despise

You better be lucky I don't take it out of spite

You better be lucky I don't slide down with this nine

They call me a wrinkle, way I slide out with this iron

I put that shh up to the window, no this not pretendo

Don't know why you playing games with me, this not Nintendo

Cause Felipe got the bull up in the air, he finna let go

Nine millimeters with extendos, respect those

Got the driver in the whip, ain't doing shit, just playing techno

When I look back to my left, I see them niggas on the floor

When I look back to my right, I'm seeing bodies full of ghosts

I heard a pound, it went silent, then everyone dispersed

Know this a true story, I don't talk bout I'm a rude boy

Hopped into the car, we do mechanics, what you do boy

Poll boy, keep on talking with them pool toys

I be with my doggies, I just pound like, who you coming for

Win award, when she throw it back, she ride it like a horse

That's my little baby, not my dog, not my fucking whore

I could keep on spitting on this mix, cause I'm fucking raw

Know that I be breaking backs like camels, this the final straw

I don't have nothing to prove

Hopped into the room and swept these niggas like a broom

I pulled out my heat and pulled it back, that bitch kaboom

That bitch pull back, it go kaboom