F**k Truey (feat. KTN Derro)
Back to back like i'm Obama
They know i'm winning I done stacked up 'hella commas
I been a threat come from corrections on my mama
Interrogation I don't know nothing bout who shot him
Different tags on all my clothes we used to run the streets for real
Heard that bitch was sending threats too bad he died from off a pill
Dissing dead too much them niggas say aye Derro bro just chill
And saying bro name up in vein gone make them niggas slid for real
Control your mouth when I'm around you might get hit up in your shit
Ain't no get back for your mans 'cause if he diss he getting split
And it's fuck Gabe, fuck who he with, he acting out then send a blitz
And fuck lil Chewy he was too high off the lean couldn't swerve the whip
Yeah, he lucky that he died from that lil crash
Yeah, if that bitch was alive I'd have lil hot get on his ass
Might go piss all on his grave and make lil Gabe and Tamron mad
Watch your mouth about my mans 'cause these hollows spitting fast
Yeah, I like it close I ain't shooting shit from range
Who want test it, how you coming know I'm thuggin' to the grave
All the opps extinct if that bitch popped out best believe he laid
I might post up clutching on my block you know I'm cracking tre's
They know i'm winning I done stacked up 'hella commas
I been a threat come from corrections on my mama
Interrogation I don't know nothing bout who shot him
Different tags on all my clothes we used to run the streets for real
Heard that bitch was sending threats too bad he died from off a pill
Dissing dead too much them niggas say aye Derro bro just chill
And saying bro name up in vein gone make them niggas slid for real
Control your mouth when I'm around you might get hit up in your shit
Ain't no get back for your mans 'cause if he diss he getting split
And it's fuck Gabe, fuck who he with, he acting out then send a blitz
And fuck lil Chewy he was too high off the lean couldn't swerve the whip
Yeah, he lucky that he died from that lil crash
Yeah, if that bitch was alive I'd have lil hot get on his ass
Might go piss all on his grave and make lil Gabe and Tamron mad
Watch your mouth about my mans 'cause these hollows spitting fast
Yeah, I like it close I ain't shooting shit from range
Who want test it, how you coming know I'm thuggin' to the grave
All the opps extinct if that bitch popped out best believe he laid
I might post up clutching on my block you know I'm cracking tre's
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Writer(s): Derrick Berry
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