True Story Pt 1

Bitches rats, nigga

I'ma tell it how everything happened nigga, no cap

Let's go

These bitches rats, nigga

These bitches rats, nigga

Woke up in the morning smokin' shhh, bitch I'm high as hell

Just the day before, my sister called me say she need some help

She say a nigga tryna' beat her up I'm finna raise hell

Now I'm tryna lurk but I'm like damn I just got outta jail

Fuck it I'm on dummy I can't let 'em play with family bro

I'm at her mama crib, she stay in Texas wit' her granny though

Got me second guessin', I'm a savage just like pappy though

Like should I really so this shit? We only share a daddy hoe

Chillin' with Lil Dre and Rodney they like "We gon' do this shit?"

But I'm like "Yeah, bitch I'm heated Draco got a coolin' kit"

No I can't let this nigga hit my sister on some stupid shit

But then again she beefin' with this nigga 'bout a goofy bitch

Fuck it, that's my sister, know her brother 'nem some lunatics

Really got some murder on my mind, I'm on some demon shit

Thinkin' to myself, like how I'm finna R.I.P. the bitch

Tryna knock 'em off, this mini Draco big I gotta leave this bitch

Hop up in the car, we got a XD and a Forty Cal

Did three hours on the road, then we made it to her granny house

Chop it up, they say they tryna eat at Texas Roadhouse

But I ain't really tryna eat, I'm tryna run a nigga down

Fuck it, I just play my role, we pull up to the dine in

Thinkin' buddy might just show up, bitch I brought that iron in

Feelin' like a time out, I think it's time to time in

I told her call dude, whole time he blowing up her phone

Damn nigga, where you at? I'm tryna see what niggas on

Nigga get to yellin' in the phone, he better watch his tone

Nigga just don't know, I'm finna pull up tryna get 'em gone

Now I'm turnt, so I grab the phone and I walk outside

Yeah I'm bold as fuck, I get to callin' bro on FaceTime

I hope this nigga clutchin' on some iron, because I got mine

And if he do, I hope that he gon' blow 'cause I'ma pop mine

He see me and bro 'nem say we deep, so he gon' drop the lo'

I'm like "Alright bet lil' bro grab sister" like "It's time to go"

I can't wait to see this nigga brains all on the fuckin' floor

I don't give a fuck if he ain't no opp, I'm still gon' up the score

Later on that night he drop the lo', we get to pullin' up

We only got two heaters in this truck, but it's like five of us

Three shooters, two girls, this steppin' shit between us

Lil Rodney say he gon' sit this one out, so me and Dre was up

Once we hit the block, we see 'bout twenty people in the street

Think we finna fight, they just don't know, we hoppin' out on feet

Fuck her mans, we hop out get to sparkin', shells up in the street

Prayin' that I hit 'em cause it's dark and I can barley see

Dump my whole clip, I get to runnin' back up to the truck

Niggas get to bussin' back, no bullets, I'm like "What the fuck?"

My sister mama lookin' stuck like she ain't never slid before

Duckin' down the window shoutin' "Damn they just shot my bruh"

These niggas hoes, nigga

These niggas rats, these niggas hoes, niggas

And these bitches rats too, nigga

To be continued nigga, no cap