true story

Bitches rats nigga I'ma tell it how everything happened nigga, no cap Lets go These bitches rats nigga These bitches rats nigga [Verse 1] 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 wit her granny though Got me second guessin, I'm a savage just like pappy though Likе "Should I really do this shit? We only share a daddy hoе" 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"