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letra de it's true - ys, wallie the sensei & bandgang lonnie bands

[intro: ys]
(man, gotta lay off the peyote)
(eblessedme)
uh

[verse 1: ys]
these n-ggas with the talkin’, i’ma end the discussion
i’m a cold shiesty n-gga, i’ll up it in public
tried to run off (what?), this chopper, it’ll cut him
catch him at a red light, my n-ggas, they bust him
my opps talk a lot, we’ll really bring them choppers out
why you talkin’ gangster on the ‘net, this sh-t you not about?
pull up, we get to shootin’ out the ar
hit a n-gga block with two clips, they tryna play hard
confidential stepper in the cut, that’s my shooting guard
they like, “why you movin’ with that pistol? you a superstar”
must got me confused with these rappers, i’m a shooting star
could never find us, i’m your highness, thеy don’t play about me
kick my feet up and make a call, they gon’ spray ’bout mе
put him six feet, he tried to creep, he gon’ lay ’bout it
we gon’ send a b-tch if she gon’ find out where he stay probably
wack jumper bringin’ out them glocks, i got a drac’ probably
don’t pour more than a four, so we slow now
hold on, you know i got the pole, it’ll go down (it’ll go down)
[?], i got plenty opps, i got more rounds
slidin’ with a four pound, walkin’ with a soul now
[chorus: wallie the sensei & glockboyz teejaee]
n-ggas be talkin’ a bunch of sh-t that i don’t care about
i bet my opps tryna figure out my whereabouts
ridin’ with a top in the middle of a route
we don’t know that destination, find it, then we air it out
it’s true every n-gga that done played with us lose
why every n-gga that done played with us died?
ayy

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
crazy as h-ll how i’m poppin’ and i still be poppin’ off
leave a n-gga lost in the sauce, i pull over then pull off
book a room to count some money, man, i could’ve grabbed a loft
that rolls truck only three hundred, i’m finna grab it, that ain’t hard, n-gga
man, i’m a fiend, blue head like marge
i love them blue hundreds, man, i ain’t never had no car
man, i ain’t never had no job, really hustle, we used to rob
free day, he’ll paint a n-gga head like dennis rod’ (come on)
man, i don’t dodge n-ggas
keep a glock, and i’ll bust it, baby, like plies, n-gga
man, this baby drake’ll change a n-gga mind, that’s why i ride with it (ayy)
man, n-ggas tough until it’s time to be a tough guy
them bullets get to jumpin’ inside your whip, n-ggas get crossed out
sh-t, i ain’t got no time to roll the window down, they gettin’ bust out
and if a n-gga hit the car too many times (ayy), i’m ’bout to jump out
in a second, i get a chance to use my gun (ayy), i’ma show out
wack jumper really shoot like he was two n-ggas, they know now
[chorus: wallie the sensei & bandgang lonnie bands]
n-ggas be talkin’ a bunch of sh-t that i don’t care about
i bet my opps tryna figure out my whereabouts
ridin’ with a top in the middle of a route
we don’t know that destination, find it, then we air it out
it’s true every n-gga that done played with us lose (for real)
why every n-gga that done played with us died?

[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
you could see it in my eyes (in my eyes), huh
i wanna catch one
we be done slide (n-gga, every time we)
tuh, we done left somethin’
man, my heart numb (my heart numb), i can’t even smile
i done lost my right-hand and my second child
i was supposed to get the deal, get the whole gang out
i just left my cousin funeral layin’ off them draco rounds
huh, n-gga, ain’t talkin’ ovo
i’m the real birdman, i got a banana boat
lately i’ve been turnin’ down my shows
you would do that too if you gettin’ ninety for thirty-six o’s
d-mn, i went and got all this money, n-gga (all this money, man)
and now my soul empty
man, i done lost lennie, lost paid, lost deedee
so that’d tell you why i keep three pistols with me
[chorus: wallie the sensei]
n-ggas be talkin’ a bunch of sh-t that i don’t care about
i bet my opps tryna figure out my whereabouts
ridin’ with a top in the middle of a route
we don’t know that destination, find it, then we air it out
it’s true every n-gga that done played with us lose
why every n-gga that done played with us died?

- ys wallie the sensei bandgang lonnie bands

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