True Story (Mission Failed) Lyrics

I guess these niggas drop, they motherfuckin' nuts

I guess these niggas try and drop, they motherfuckin' nuts

Lil' baby boy

Fuck wrong, with you niggas

Motion Boys

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Three in the morning, all black, niggas masked up at my door

These niggas vested up, strapped up, and they got my hoe

I check my camera on my phone, who the fuck up at my door

I'm off that drink, I'm on that gas, and plus I'm with another ho

Goddamn, Skate, why you got the Robbers, at your door

Cause I'm poppin' shit, gettin' money, and I'm fuckin' hoes

You know how that shit go

Got em hot , cause my jewelry cold

All this fast money, I'm gettin' bitch, why the fuck you Thank I'm slow

Back to the story, them bitch ass niggas in all black, they at my door

This ain't the show, I'm havin' power, I grabbed the Glock, I feel like ghost

The second nigga, he a rookie, must ain't did this shit before

They kicked the door, I shot my Glock, and then they ran just like some hoes

Dam, what, I'ma send them up

Dam, what, we gon' send them up

Dam, what, we gon' send them up

Nigga, play with me, I'ma send them up

Might fuck your bitch, then count up, play, I'll send them up

Fifty thousand wow all dubs I just went put it up

Fuckin' off with that sack, with my bitch, I just put her up

Don't come round , thanking shit sweet, I ain't no lick, play, I'll send them up

I can't believe you bitch ass niggas, can't believe you hoes

I shot one time, I played the playback

These bitch ass niggas started running all I seen was ass and elbows

Yeah, bitch