Truth
[Verse: THF GBaby]
When I was locked in that cell
I ain't know what to do
Why you don’t answer or send mail?
Girl just tell me the truth!
Heard you got pregnant by that nigga
Can't lie I was blue
But at the end of the day it's my fault
I should’ve knew
That bitch must take me for a sucka
Cause I play it cool
She asked if I still love her
Yeah but it's over, we through
I can't be fucking with no bitch
Who in love with the crew
I can't be trusting these fake niggas
That's some I refuse
Kept that lil nigga with me
I treated him like a brother
Then he turned around and played me
And showed his true colors
Yeah nigga, I love you
But on Gudda, boy you really fucked up!
Next time you test my gangsta
I won't hesitate to bust ya
Lil nigga, I heard conversations
You was undercover
Meanwhile I'm doing interrogation
No talking, just shut up!
I can't talk to 6+6, so I wrote you a letter
Pillow talking to a bitch
Boy I thought you was better
Don’t try back door me
For a bitch that we can fuck together
I ain’t showing unless my stick with me
And that's whenever
My own lil sister, called her phone
And I ain’t get an answer
Now everybody wanna know where I'm at now, Ain't this a... bitch!
They don't know about what I’m going through
They always say what they would do
I had a plan for me and you
Can't play both sides, you gotta pick and choose
My momma tweak
Cause I leaving early and coming late
I call her phone
Cause I know she worried bout if I'm safe
I ain't stopping 'til I get enough to go cop me a Wraith
Give it my all
I'mma keep grinding I got what it takes
I'm not the type to give a fuck
About what they gon say
I'm probably flying
Getting paid to go to another state
Don't cross that line
If he kill his homie then he a snake!
'Less he snitch
Cause we do not tolerate that
We gotta get him out the way!
I keep my blick
I stuff 30 hollows in it
Cause I can't move around with the Drac
No love for a bitch
Tell her I only want neck to pull out
And bust on her face
Free Big Dre Money, that's my fucking ace!
And tell Lil Gudda, I still think about him everyday
Remember them days up on the block
When we ain't had nun
Call a plug up, just to rob, we ain't buy nun
Them niggas said they on they block
But we can't find em
Bullets to his head
Knock off his top before he try run
I'm in her mouth, just like a tongue
Suck my dick, until it's numb
We play with them sticks and play with the drums
I'm 4-6, bitch that's Woodlawn
Bitch I'm 4-6...