Truth Be Told ft. Quin NFN Lyrics

From the fo' but bang that six

I'm from the fo' but bang that six

Think lil' Quincho, Evander Holyfield

Nigga all I throw is hits

Sipping Snyder it look like piss

But I can't vibe when I'm off Tris'

Feel like Craig, I up my blick

Martial arts, this hoe got kick

Think this shit just rapping

We start capping out, don't need no tint

I got partners going off fent'

They stressing out, don't make no sense

Like a toddler when he sick

I got boogers on my wrist

Sent the hoe for bait

Had bro bring the rod, like let's go fish

Aye, I'm the realest out, that's truth be told

I don't like being too exposed

My hoe ratchet, just like Tubi shows

But look like Rubi Rose

They gon' need some help

Lil' bro far from a chef, but moving bows

Brand new F&N on me, this bitch all brown like Tootsie Roll

Situations made me strong

Cuz' situations couldn't fold me

In a suite with different flavors of bad hoes

Like Mister Moseby

Got the scope on top of ARP

You fuck around, think I'm nosey

This new heater got me cozy

Niggas square like ravioli

I'm upping this money, you drowning yo' imagine

I flooded my wrist and my bitch up

I'm always on something, skirting in a Tesla

But I really want me a Benz truck

Got up with the city, went and upped fifty

But since a lil' kid, yeah I been tough

Bro out in Brazil, I sent over some work

Hit me back and he said that he been up

I got a big bag, I come home and my bitch on my lap, throwing ass like I'm Santa

Lil' Bronem been mad at the world since six

And I'm pouring six on my Fanta

Got a bag, excuse my manners

Talking shit, so excuse my language

Got mad, spent racks on a pendant

Lean in my tee what I sip wit the mandem

New shi, hot shit they demanding

No deal, yeah, Dahkidd independent

We was just in Brazil in a mansion

When I touchdown in the A, bring the bands in

In the fo' with my apes and chimpanzee

In Brazil, got racks with my auntie

With a bag, I be at where the ends meet

I'm on they ass with the bands, no NSYNC