Letra True story Teejayx6

True story

Helluva made this beat, baby

Swipin' in and out of banks, gettin' i
Phones, that's a true story
They sayin' I'm lyin' but it's two sides of the story
You walked up to the Bitcoin and only put in twenty
Tryna get a zip to smoke, you only put in twenty
Stop sittin' on your ass, I'm tryna put you in position
Got a lil' wave goin' on but I'ma on pushin'
I'm scared to go on WalMart 'cause the people keep lookin'
I got a e-mail in my bio, the people keep bookin'
I just left from off the shoulder, people was starstruck
Stole this white bitch, credit card, she work at Starbucks
Nigga, how you tryna beef with me? You work at Arby's
Shot at two niggas, then I left from out the party
We at a hotel room, she tryna throw a party
Just broke a bitch heart, then I text her, sayin', "I'm sorry"
Took a pregnant bitch money, I know that she salty
Stole some gift cards and I know they just saw me
What the fuck is that sound? It sound like the beat shakin'
Took a nigga life, then I sent him down to Satan
I cannot feel her booty, man, this shit feel flat
Tried to run off, all you heard was, "Click, clack, boom"
On my way back from the road, I'll be there soon
Made so much money out the stores, luckily, I'm smooth
Made so many lil' niggas run, luckily, they breathin'
I just smoke like seven pounds, luckily, I'm breathin'
Hit a nigga with cold bullets, he got brain freeze
I had a million dollars before I turned eighteen
Watch, I had ten million when I turned nineteen
Watch, you still gon' be broke when you turn twenty
I still go back and do my business in the trenches
Pulled my gun out and that nigga started flinchin'
I just sold some weed to a young-ass freshman
I'm on a business call with a rich-ass executive
You ain't got these, lil' nigga, these exclusive
You ain't ever had to get a job, you was spoon-fed
I don't think that them the real Gucci sneakers, them the bootlegs
I just scammed a nigga with some bootleg CDs
I don't think my cousin like weed, he a crackhead
I ain't usin' no cash, I got a card while I'm in Saks Fifth
Keep spendin' your cash, nigga, you gon' end up dead
Yeah, we just seen your new picture, you the laughin' stock
Get it on my own, that's why I don't really like to ask a lot
You know I'm really out here swipin', why don't you ask about it?
You ain't puttin' in on my weed, why you askin' about it?
The doctor said, "It's too many holes, you need a breathin' machine"
All my software burnt, I need a new upgrade
Been fuckin' with a bum bitch, you need to fuckin' upgrade
This nigga, got a i
Phone 4, bruh, you need to upgrade
I'm 'bout to cook this lil' nigga like a well-done steak
They caught my uncle sellin' pills and they sent 'em upstate

What the fuck?