Foolio - True Story Pt 1 lyrics

(Drum Dummie) (CashMoneyAP)
6 ayy, ayy, I'm finna run this lil story
To ya'll real quick, man, 'bout this jit
This jit named 6 (DJ Swift on the track)
Man,  this nigga here was crazy
Facts, all facts (Mook got the keys jumping)

Let me run you this lil story
'bout this jit from the 6
Seventh grade, he got a pistol
Fell in love with this shit
Then he turned fifteen
He got shot 'bout this shit (Uh huh, damn)
(Ayy, though, Six) it was 7 o'clock
It was his first day of school
A opp died that morning
Fuck nigga made the news
I was smoking on that nigga
On bus frontin' my move
Went to school in they hood
I ain't have nun shit to lose


It was fourth period
I was finna fucking fight (Fight)
Three opps tried jump me
I still ain't bye bye (Nah)
I'm all in they face booting
Like this beef shit what I like
(What I like) after school
Hide on they bus 'cause that
Shit that was on sight
(It was on sight, damn) fuck, damn
Why the fuck I ain't had my burner?
(Damn, damn)
I my head I made a wish like Timmy Turner
(Timmy Turner)
It's like them niggas wrote a plot
It's like a journal ten minutes later
I got shot up on the turner (What the fuck?)
He hit the alley
Let off fifty with his Dirty K
(With his Dirty K) i ain't gon' cap, man
That pussy hit me above the waist
I was crawling for my life in that alleyway
But I ain't fucked trip 'cause
His homie died that day (Facts)
In the hospital, I'm plotting on my getback
(On my getback)
'Cause on lil Kendre, swear to God, jit
I need that (Jit, I need that)
I had a hundred shooters waiting with me
Waiting in west Jax
Ya'll wanna hear the rest
Of this story, well, i'mma run that
(I'mma run that)
Okay, so-and-so had called, saying, "Jit
Where you at?" (Where you at?)
They say, "We finna pull up on you
In this dirty splat" (In the splat)
I saw thirty Glocks before I saw thirty racks
(Facts) we pulled all through they
Hood like, "Nigga, where you at?"
(Nigga, where you at?) yeah, yeah, yeah
We did a drill that same day (Yeah! Yeah)
I robbed his dawg then I got robbed
That's how the game play (Yeah! Yeah)
I got lowkey like Michael Jordan
Did the fade away (Facts)
And when I popped out
Went to bucking just like Tampa Bay
(Tampa Bay) this the end of the story
I'm finna finish shit (Finish it)
Paragraph, man
I'm tryna dot these sentences (Sentences)
Moral of the story
These niggas know we killing shit
And like a baby diaper
These pussy boys know I'm with the shit
(With the shit) yeah, we got some new opps
We got some new Glocks (New Glocks)
Got his location on, we got the new drop
(The new drop, ayy) he think he slick
He tryna chill at his old spot
Make a nigga spin his like
Like a baby bottle top
Uhh, man, today it was a crazy day
(Crazy day) how the fuck did I get
Shot with that Dirty K? (Dirty K)
Foolio, jit popping like Father's Day
And moral of the story we turned
Your dawg name to a holiday (Holiday, nigga)

Bitch, we turned your dawg name to a holiday
Yuh, pussy ass nigga (Facts)
You know what the fuck happened, yuh
Nigga I got shot, nigga 6 got shot
And niggas know what happened after that
Bitch pussy, real don dada (Ayy, 6)
Stupid ass nigga, yeah, 6
Today was a crazy day
Yuh, I'mma, I'mma drop that Part 2 soon
I'mma let y'all know the rest of it
You send shot but you ain't hit shit
I'mm let y'all know the rest of this
Shit, it's gonna be a Part 2
Don't even worry
Real facts, all facts, no rap cap
I rock, I rock 'locs
Why the fuck would I cap? Man, forreal, 6