"TRUE SAY" lyrics

Trap out the trap
We gotta run up them racks
All day, makin' it back
I, know what to do with a pack
True say
I got them racks, so I don't be wastin' 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 dyin', I gotta get what I want in a hurry
Ain't gone cap
I makin' 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 nuttin'
Lettin' her off, on her face and its nothin
(Nasty lil bitch, you so disgustin')
Glock with the dick, fuckin' and fuckin'
Empty the clip and I'm buggin', I'm buggin'
Look at this wrist, you know its buzzin'
Look at this fit, it's kinda boomin'
How many bitches they tryna go [?]
Puttin' 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, makin' it back
I, know what to do with a pack
True say
I got them racks, so I don't be wastin' 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, makin' it back
I, know what to do with a pack
True say
I got them racks, so I don't be wastin' my talent
Fuck on a pretty lil baddie
'Member I used to trap out the grannys