True Story - XVII

Bitch!

True story little bitch

Trademark

Smoke somethin', Bitch!

Drop Seven in the pot, hit it with the soda

Now I got what them Cali boys call A-1 Yola

The south is circles and Atlanta is squares

You lyin' 'bout the prices, it ain’t seventeen up there

I’m down with Young Buck and Buck down with Pimp C

But ain’t nobody got 'em for ten in no damn Tennessee

It might be twenty-seven or it might be twenty three

Dog and Biz use to come and get 'em for sixteen from me

They had two niggas that would drive the shit back

And they were servin' T, I took his bitch and his 'Lac

His jewelry and his money and his 5.0

She had a baby from Priest, but that’s still my hoe

She was translating Spanish with the Mexican

Tryna get a better price, T got fucked in the end

She a square now, Dog and Biz both dead

And pussy nigga T got locked in the Feds

That was his Ferrari in the in the Juvie video

The bitch killed Dog cause he was fuckin' his hoe

Same time, T was fuckin' Dog wife

Shot him from the back, T a bitch for life

So if you see me in the streets, bitch, better keep steppin'

Cause even on parole, I’m ice cold with the weapon

So R.I.P.

to Big Dog and his mother

But at least before he died he killed your pussy ass brother

Aye look, you niggas ain’t real

You lyin' on your records

You fuckin' with the trill

So nigga come check us lil' bitch

A true story lil' bitch

True story lil' bitch

A true story lil' bitch

Hol' Up!

Aye look they call me Young Rayful, I keep that white bitch

So drop it in a pot, Pussy nigga get rich

The 'Lac sittin' pretty, all black chrome lid

I keep it occupied by a bad yellow bitch

She stay out on the stroll tryna get daddy rich

A couple pink booties entered with the bitch

I done lost everything that I own but my dick

The music ain’t nothin', so I had to push bricks

So I hit the fuckin' slab for the 16.5

Fuck scorin' at the crib cause that shit to high

Bad bitch, fake titties push 'em home in the ride

Pop a Xanax pill, two cars behind

Aye look my nerves fucked up I just spent 82.5

If she get pulled over nigga, then I might as well die

But I’m a make it home nigga, set that bitch on fire

For every 36 bitch I’m making 72

Aye look, you niggas ain’t real

You lyin' on your records

You fuckin' with the trill

So nigga come check us lil' bitch

A true story lil' bitch

True story lil' bitch

A true story lil' bitch

Hol' Up!

They say I’m just like a pimp