"The Truth" lyrics
For the record, this is not a diss record, it's just the truth
Gotta tell you the truth (June on the Beat, June on the Beat)
B Tones and Tony Romos is homos (Gotta tell you the truth)
[?] on you niggas, niggas know what time it is (Niggas was B.A.Y nigga)
Fuck the jack block before he died he was a bitch
Nigga was straddling in the fence nigga
You say you with the shit, ain't no playing with this shit
I pray you ain't a snitch, I'm finna take you on a trip
Take yo toe down sucka zillas get flipped
We prowling in the 50's with this 50 round stick nigga
Fuck the jack block before he died he was a bitch
Yo sussy nigga poppas, yeah I heard he was a snitch
I'm talking bout when Curtis got murdered by the Crips
And Mozzy hunnid gang, bitch I bang the murder [?]
What the fuck is a 30?
Lil dirty ass kids
I see yo baby momma licks, that lil fat dirty bitch
I'm active with this shit, it ain't no acting with this shit
And Stunna Blue know, we get it bracking for the click
Banging left on Tuolumne, we had them niggas stripped
Lavish ranked like a faggot, we had that nigga Benz
He told 5-0 like any sucka would've did
Now they tryna send my older brother Snubby to the pen, huh
(Gotta tell you the truth)
It's just the truth, it's just the truth nigga
You already know nigga I ain't with the battle rap (Gotta tell you the truth)
Free snubby that's my brother like a motherfucker
Fuck a D Weez, and fuck Gutta like a motherfucker
Uzzing like a motherfucker
Talking on this tooley
Buddha Ru told on duney, that's not gooney
Catch him across the street from ARC and I'ma do him
Ain't no jets in Sacramento bitch, niggas say I'm goofy
When Lil Lav see me in the store, he was spooky
On dreads she a hoe homie, why you eat her coochie
Stunna Nuk goofy, we chased him with the Glock 9
That nigga ran 100 lights and 50 stop signs
Identifying as a bitch, he in the top 5
Better keep a squeezy on Jesus, I got mine
We on you niggas line, aim the iron to your dreadlocks
X-Tiny we about the beef, all headshots
We on you niggas line, aim the iron to your dreadlocks
X-Tiny we about the beef, all headshots
Gotta tell you the truth
This is not a diss song, this is just a message
You know these niggas be soft as shit nigga
[?] extra sweet nigga
Niggas be like "bruh I got family from the P bruh, you slithered up on the day them niggas was [?] kids out here bruh
Come on niggas trying to enjoy their Easter bruh"
Shut your bitch ass up bruh nigga
"I'm not from the stars bruh, bruh I'm from the mob bruh, gas team I'on fuck with the stars"
Gotta tell you the truth (June on the Beat, June on the Beat)
B Tones and Tony Romos is homos (Gotta tell you the truth)
[?] on you niggas, niggas know what time it is (Niggas was B.A.Y nigga)
Fuck the jack block before he died he was a bitch
Nigga was straddling in the fence nigga
You say you with the shit, ain't no playing with this shit
I pray you ain't a snitch, I'm finna take you on a trip
Take yo toe down sucka zillas get flipped
We prowling in the 50's with this 50 round stick nigga
Fuck the jack block before he died he was a bitch
Yo sussy nigga poppas, yeah I heard he was a snitch
I'm talking bout when Curtis got murdered by the Crips
And Mozzy hunnid gang, bitch I bang the murder [?]
What the fuck is a 30?
Lil dirty ass kids
I see yo baby momma licks, that lil fat dirty bitch
I'm active with this shit, it ain't no acting with this shit
And Stunna Blue know, we get it bracking for the click
Banging left on Tuolumne, we had them niggas stripped
Lavish ranked like a faggot, we had that nigga Benz
He told 5-0 like any sucka would've did
Now they tryna send my older brother Snubby to the pen, huh
(Gotta tell you the truth)
It's just the truth, it's just the truth nigga
You already know nigga I ain't with the battle rap (Gotta tell you the truth)
Free snubby that's my brother like a motherfucker
Fuck a D Weez, and fuck Gutta like a motherfucker
Uzzing like a motherfucker
Talking on this tooley
Buddha Ru told on duney, that's not gooney
Catch him across the street from ARC and I'ma do him
Ain't no jets in Sacramento bitch, niggas say I'm goofy
When Lil Lav see me in the store, he was spooky
On dreads she a hoe homie, why you eat her coochie
Stunna Nuk goofy, we chased him with the Glock 9
That nigga ran 100 lights and 50 stop signs
Identifying as a bitch, he in the top 5
Better keep a squeezy on Jesus, I got mine
We on you niggas line, aim the iron to your dreadlocks
X-Tiny we about the beef, all headshots
We on you niggas line, aim the iron to your dreadlocks
X-Tiny we about the beef, all headshots
Gotta tell you the truth
This is not a diss song, this is just a message
You know these niggas be soft as shit nigga
[?] extra sweet nigga
Niggas be like "bruh I got family from the P bruh, you slithered up on the day them niggas was [?] kids out here bruh
Come on niggas trying to enjoy their Easter bruh"
Shut your bitch ass up bruh nigga
"I'm not from the stars bruh, bruh I'm from the mob bruh, gas team I'on fuck with the stars"
