"True Story Pt 1" lyrics

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 momma crib, she stay in Texas with her granny though
Got me second guessin, I'm a savage just like pappy though
Like "Should I really do 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 cooling 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 its 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 yelling 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 its 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 hopping out on feet
Fuck her mans, we hop out get to sparking, shells up in the street
Praying that I hit em' cause its dark and I can barely see
Dump my whole clip, I get to running 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
Ducking down the window shouting "Damn they just shot my bruh"

These niggas hoes nigga
These niggas rats, these niggas hoes nigga
And these bitches rats too nigga
To be continued nigga, no cap