TRUE SAY

(album: underGROUND - 2020)

Trap out the trap
We gotta run up them racks
All day, making it back
I, know what to do with a pack
True say
I got them racks, so I don't be wasting my talent
Fuck on a pretty lil baddie
'Member I used to trap out the grannys

Talk your shit, nigga
I'm gonna head to the top of the earth
Tryna fly true
I'm gonna head up to die first, yeah
Lotta mans dying, I gotta get what I want in a hurry
Ain't gone cap
I making more than what you made off a birdie
Ain't got money
Trapping the ends with hundreds of junkie
Take that lil bitch now she saying it's funny
Hit from the back and you know that I'm nutting
Letting her off, on her face and its nothin
(Nasty lil bitch, you so disgustin')
Glock with the dick, fucking and fucking
Empty the clip and I'm bugging, I'm bugging
Look at this wrist, you know its buzzing
Look at this fit, it's kinda booming
How many bitches they tryna go [?]
Putting the bread in the block like hustle
You ain't my dawg, we're not brothers
You with my dawg, cannot cuff you
Give me the bands, give me the credit
Give me the grams, I know how to stretch it

Trap out the trap
We gotta run up them racks
All day, making it back
I, know what to do with a pack
True say
I got them racks, so I don't be wasting my talent
Fuck on a pretty lil baddie
'Member I used to trap out the grannys
Trap out the trap
We gotta run up them racks
All day, making it back
I, know what to do with a pack
True say
I got them racks, so I don't be wasting my talent
Fuck on a pretty lil baddie
'Member I used to trap out the grannys