Truth Lyrics

I'm to deep up in my bag to be beefing bout a bitch

I hit the d to grab some ps and shot a video in Flint

Yeah I know these bitches ugly these balencis cost yo rent

One of the dumbest ways to die is probably thinking I'm a bitch

Hit a hick with Snow and Ice I made it windy in this bitch

I put some Gucci on my daughter I put fendi on my bitch

Gave a tester to my spender and they said it wasn't it

Hype beast spike lee basketballs I got a script

I got a rush but not a Richie but I'm fucking wit my richies

I got that shit on NBC I'm putting on msn on Benny

She was stuck up seen then she started acting friendly

I fuck bitches I sip Tristian

Niggas still rapping bout a bag he ain't getting

Bought that shit and I flipped it seen yo whip and I swissed it

I sell blues and sip red I'm in trap set tripping

Amiris got em turning heads like when a nigga breath kicking

My young nigga hitting pharm with note he up at cvs tripping

Ima watch the cameras why u suck we ain't bouta Netflix it

Bouta load her cash app cause yo bitch neck different

Tel quay trishy wok got me dizzy

Shoebox turnt fuck who turnt in the city

I got wayne gretzki got some fet and some Brittney

Tryna flag a snorter she like why yo nose so itchy