CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : True Story
Helluva made this beat, baby
Swipin' in and out of banks, gettin' iPhones, that's a true?story
They?sayin' I'm lyin'?but it's two sides of the?story
You walked up to the Bitcoin and only put in twenty
Tryna get a zip to smoke, you only put in twenty
Stop sittin' on your a**, I'm tryna put you in position
Got a lil' wave goin' on but I'ma on pushin'
I'm scared to go on WalMart 'cause the people keep lookin'
I got a e-mail in my bio, the people keep bookin'
I just left from off the shoulder, people was starstruck
Stole this white b*t*h, credit card, she work at Starbucks
N***a, how you tryna beef with me? You work at Arby's
Shot at two n***as, then I left from out the party
We at a hotel room, she tryna throw a party
Just broke a b*t*h heart, then I text her, sayin', "I'm sorry"
Took a pregnant b*t*h money, I know that she salty
Stole some gift cards and I know they just saw me
What the f**k is that sound? It sound like the beat shakin'
Took a n***a life, then I sent him down to Satan
I cannot feel her booty, man, this sh*t feel flat
Tried to run off, all you heard was, "Click, clack, boom"
On my way back from the road, I'll be there soon
Made so much money out the stores, luckily, I'm smooth
Made so many lil' n***as run, luckily, they breathin'
I just smoke like seven pounds, luckily, I'm breathin'
Hit a n***a with cold bullets, he got brain freeze
I had a million dollars before I turned eighteen
Watch, I had ten million when I turned nineteen
Watch, you still gon' be broke when you turn twenty
I still go back and do my business in the trenches
Pulled my gun out and that n***a started flinchin'
I just sold some weed to a young-a** freshman
I'm on a business call with a rich-a** executive
You ain't got these, lil' n***a, these exclusive
You ain't ever had to get a job, you was spoon-fed
I don't think that them the real Gucci sneakers, them the bootlegs
I just scammed a n***a with some bootleg CDs
I don't think my cousin like weed, he a crackhead
I ain't usin' no cash, I got a card while I'm in Saks Fifth
Keep spendin' your cash, n***a, you gon' end up dead
Yeah, we just seen your new picture, you the laughin' stock
Get it on my own, that's why I don't really like to ask a lot
You know I'm really out here swipin', why don't you ask about it?
You ain't puttin' in on my weed, why you askin' about it?
The doctor said, "It's too many holes, you need a breathin' machine"
All my software burnt, I need a new upgrade
Been f**kin' with a bum b*t*h, you need to f**kin' upgrade
This n***a, got a iPhone 4, bruh, you need to upgrade
I'm 'bout to cook this lil' n***a like a well-done steak
They caught my uncle sellin' pills and they sent 'em upstate
What the f**k?
Swipin' in and out of banks, gettin' iPhones, that's a true?story
They?sayin' I'm lyin'?but it's two sides of the?story
You walked up to the Bitcoin and only put in twenty
Tryna get a zip to smoke, you only put in twenty
Stop sittin' on your a**, I'm tryna put you in position
Got a lil' wave goin' on but I'ma on pushin'
I'm scared to go on WalMart 'cause the people keep lookin'
I got a e-mail in my bio, the people keep bookin'
I just left from off the shoulder, people was starstruck
Stole this white b*t*h, credit card, she work at Starbucks
N***a, how you tryna beef with me? You work at Arby's
Shot at two n***as, then I left from out the party
We at a hotel room, she tryna throw a party
Just broke a b*t*h heart, then I text her, sayin', "I'm sorry"
Took a pregnant b*t*h money, I know that she salty
Stole some gift cards and I know they just saw me
What the f**k is that sound? It sound like the beat shakin'
Took a n***a life, then I sent him down to Satan
I cannot feel her booty, man, this sh*t feel flat
Tried to run off, all you heard was, "Click, clack, boom"
On my way back from the road, I'll be there soon
Made so much money out the stores, luckily, I'm smooth
Made so many lil' n***as run, luckily, they breathin'
I just smoke like seven pounds, luckily, I'm breathin'
Hit a n***a with cold bullets, he got brain freeze
I had a million dollars before I turned eighteen
Watch, I had ten million when I turned nineteen
Watch, you still gon' be broke when you turn twenty
I still go back and do my business in the trenches
Pulled my gun out and that n***a started flinchin'
I just sold some weed to a young-a** freshman
I'm on a business call with a rich-a** executive
You ain't got these, lil' n***a, these exclusive
You ain't ever had to get a job, you was spoon-fed
I don't think that them the real Gucci sneakers, them the bootlegs
I just scammed a n***a with some bootleg CDs
I don't think my cousin like weed, he a crackhead
I ain't usin' no cash, I got a card while I'm in Saks Fifth
Keep spendin' your cash, n***a, you gon' end up dead
Yeah, we just seen your new picture, you the laughin' stock
Get it on my own, that's why I don't really like to ask a lot
You know I'm really out here swipin', why don't you ask about it?
You ain't puttin' in on my weed, why you askin' about it?
The doctor said, "It's too many holes, you need a breathin' machine"
All my software burnt, I need a new upgrade
Been f**kin' with a bum b*t*h, you need to f**kin' upgrade
This n***a, got a iPhone 4, bruh, you need to upgrade
I'm 'bout to cook this lil' n***a like a well-done steak
They caught my uncle sellin' pills and they sent 'em upstate
What the f**k?
