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Nikko Suavé & Tyeda

the truth

Hip-Hop/Rap

the truth was released on July 4, 2025 by Outsider's Estate as a part of the album SVÉ x TYE

Song Details

AlbumSVÉ x TYE

Release DateJuly 4, 2025

LabelOutsider's Estate

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM104

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nikko Suavé

Rap

Tyeda

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nikko A. Bibars

Nikko A. Bibars

Songwriter

Tyler S Thiele

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

neveralone.beatz

neveralone.beatz

Producer

Lyrics

SVÉ x TYE, man

We don't even try for real

We just say words and make it sound good

This shit ain't really, it ain't really nothin'

Aye

All my pockets stay on full

Yeah, this really nothin' new

If you ain't know about the gang, I'ma let you know the truth

We got - big sticks, real guns in the party

I don't play about the racks, do I look like an Atari?

I'm with the demons, they'a kill for the low

I be smooth talkin', gettin' deals in the store

My hand never shake, I be steady with the pole

Do it for the fam, never save a hoe

This stick came stock, but I added a switch

I be super reckless, opps callin' it quits

Had his main bitch in the bed, givin' spits

Made some money at the Hard Rock, blow it at the Ritz

I be, in Tampa with the Tampa Bay hoes

They buyin' me shoes and they buyin' me some clothes

They believe in the sound, believe in the music

**** still talkin' stupid, pull up on 'em and I prove it

Pull up on 'em and I prove it

Shawty say she like my music

Yeah, I'm always goin' stupid, ain't no way that I'ma lose it

I got a brick in my pants but I'm never finna use it

I just pass it to the squad 'cause they know how I'ma move it

Why he always talkin' reckless?

I'ma put 'em on a necklace

Yeah, his shawty feelin' jealous

Since I'm cleanin' up his messes

Got his shawty out here textin'

I just showed the gang the message

Shawty only seen the ice yeah, I got her feelin' breathless

They don't know that

All my pockets stay on full

Yeah, this really nothin' new

If you ain't know about the gang, I'ma let you know the truth

We got - big sticks, real guns in the party

I don't play about the racks, do I look like an Atari?

I'm with the demons, they'a kill for the low

I be smooth talkin', gettin' deals in the store

My hand never shake, I be steady with the pole

Do it for the fam, never save a hoe

I walk in, see the fine shit, I'm 'bouta act up

Get her what she want just because I get my racks up

I tell my main bitch leave, she gotta pack up

Talk about she call her bigger brother for the backup

I ain't ever worried 'bout no bitch ass hoe

I be stackin' the bread then I'm stackin 'some more

Why this bitch follow me everywhere I go

Thought I blocked that bitch again but she at my show

Why this bitch hit me up askin' if I got a hunnid clip?

I don't play with guns, I play my hand, bitch I'm the fuckin' shit

Only talkin' 'bout the paper since I get the money quick

Comin' up next, I might have to go and whoop a trick

Whoop a trick, bitch

I'm the shit, bitch

I'm a G, that's on lock, he couldn't switch clips

Take a trip, bitch

Shawty strippin'

Walkin' on the track, we don't even need to fix it

All my pockets stay on full

Yeah, this really nothin' new

If you ain't know about the gang, I'ma let you know the truth

We got - big sticks, real guns in the party

I don't play about the racks, do I look like an Atari?

I'm with the demons, they'a kill for the low

I be smooth talkin', gettin' deals in the store

My hand never shake, I be steady with the pole

Do it for the fam, never save a hoe

Hit my phone about the commas, I might pick up

I'ma keep it real, she don't even get my dick up

**** still be talkin' crazy, he got lit up

That bitch a ratchet hoe man, she had to give the kid up

Lemme just tell you hoes the truth

I been tryna fuck, but I ain't lovin' none of you

If you a loyal bitch, I'ma need to see the proof

My youngins don't ever pump fake, they'a shoot on your bitchass

Why these **** tryna chill? You a kissass

We'a catch 'em outside where his bitch at

Designer stayin' on my body, I'ma mix-match

Ridin' in the city, you should know where the stick at

Y'all was poppin' for a bit, but now we goin' crazy

I'ma get the money fast and then I'll have a baby

Your bitch well known, and my bitch a lady

Stayin' on my body, fuckin' with the fragrance, aye

Shit, if you don't smell good in 2025

I don't know what to tell you bro

Written by: Nikko A. Bibars, Tyler S Thiele

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