歌词

You shittin' me (Thank you Fizzle) (Smoov, what's good baby?) Got the juice Listen, we know the truth Any animosity towards me, better think twice Totin' two letters in my hands, I don't street fight I got gunpowder on my wristband, big man I just flatlined Vince McMahon, don't wrestle me, nigga You don't know who shot yo' mans? Know we definitely did it Big Bird just knocked down Big Worm on Sesame Street Four drums, I'm tryna poke sum' when I spit rounds You heard that term before, yeah, lay down or get down Just put another opp blood on my Balenciagas More money, more problems, yeah, get me gotted Fendi, Prada, these niggas know that I'm the truth You see me with a gun and you know what I'ma do Understand me big dawg, I'm a Rottweiler Big body Rolls hawkin' spots, bitch, I'm John Gotti You make the news for any whispers or side comments Just hit the club wit' 60, I left out wit' nine bodies, uh We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score Shit, nigga We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth (nigga) Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food (nigga) Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score (bitch) Do a nigga shady, tell 'em get ready for the aftermath Double back his pops how we toe-taggin' dads We know the truth, we been the truth, ain't that the truth? In high school, I played wit' tools, you played the flute I ain't never been a dork, I like to break the rules She like, "Ralfy, you my favorite Stinc, that's why I paid you blues" I'm a young Colt, bitch, I make major moves She said, "I wanna eat your dick and balls, that's my favorite food" Markin' in the club, you gettin' shot 'cause I came wit' the goon Bullets hit his head like meatball, turned his brains to food She said, "You wanna fuck?" Only if you let gang hit too Better stop playin' wit' the Stincs like we ain't makin' moves Don't come on block playin' wit gang 'nem, we ain't the same as you I was out early gettin' money so I was late to school Them CB's lookin' hella cloudy, that's them play-play jewels She like, "Ralfy you the truth", ain't that the truth? The Plug We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score Shit, nigga We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth (nigga) Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food (nigga) Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score (bitch)
Writer(s): Alec Michael Tolkin, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Ralfy The Plug, Josh David Goldenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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