Truth be told

You kno i go crazy hittin the gas so its gon make me lazy whats yo name pretty lady she say if u wanna fuck then u gotta pay me no i an not no bank b you crossing the line to put you on a white tee bangin red what i might see sick in the blood but on the outside its freshly said im lacking boi u lefty she a groupie she messy clutching that ratchet wit dot nd semi shooting da glock like im playing a scrimmage smoking real strong got my lungs feeling dented going crazy this aint know beginning l tol you i love you but that ain my feelings mad man want cleanse from the killings self defense might have to up the semi they say how many hoes i got dam i got plenty met a bad bih name jenny she was to thick but she ain have no titties super hard got my shi on brick lame nigga might steal yo bitch cops coming gotta glock wit a switch jenna trippin she all on my dick grab the stick we hitting licks got i switch it up wit the shits dont got no time for arguing i wanna do hits shoot a nigga all in his shit had a glock named that boi ed shoot a nigga right in his head his shirt was white now dat shii red calling the cops yk he fed lame nigga i wont stop til he dead play da cards right thats what he said grab the gun started clutchin dat bih want him gon want him out of the shits popped a perk got my skin feelin itchey dat boi a bitch he started snitchin yk i gotta it on me i keep a burner twin glockies no timmy turner that nigga ain street he still a learner popping these bars yk it get hard aye bro leave the stick in the car yk thats jail time clutchin that glock call me dame time birds fly yk that shii on lock lame nigga hide weed in his sock popping molly yk he ain gon stop feds out all my niggas hate cops bread winners yk we on the top pussy boi yk he got shot hit a nigga all in his jaw feds out but yk its fuck the law crazy how the opps think they won but they really lost crazy how the opps thought they one but its really false