ShittyBoyz, Lando Bando, 10kKev, LOM Rudy - Truth Finder lyrics

Rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people we ever greeted
And I'm hoping on all the days to come
And days to go
And I'm hoping on days of loving you so
It's Lando, yo bitch know
Don't let bitch go, nigga
Trauma Tone

I'm with the ShittyBoyz, BabyTron
And StanWill all it take is for Dee to point
A finger to get you killed
Always be the fake niggas tryna
Claim that they real
And I need a couple commas if
I ever sign a deal
You was waiting on a wish, I jumped in a well
Thought he caught a lick and
Caught a bullet, boy, i wish him well

You are not balling, I deserve an
She thought that I was punching
I was sliding like I'm Gretzky
Jackie Chan Visa work
We don't punch the same
F&N'll knock him off the map
Like The Hunger Games
Stop spending, start stacking
Now I'm living fantastic
Sometimes I thumb through the money thinking
'bout when I ain't have it

All my bitches bad
I don't want her if she average
Think you hard with that strap? Boy
I swear you ain't a savage
Threw twenty-one at him
Thinking he was savage
Popped out the cut for a play
Pass me a bandage
I need a bandage, be wrapping the money up
I can help you get the paper
Like I'm faxing the money

Lobster butterfly
Used to have an empty tummy
Driving wild in the 'Cat
Shooting down to Kentucky
Hit TruthFinder for a background check
My profile had a clean slate and high credit
I'm impressed
I'm not a chiropractor but I'm
Tryna feel her neck the way I do yo bitch
Could get arrested for neglect

After the head
I'ma break this bitch vertebrae
Saying you gon' slide, nigga
Don't you gotta work today?
Twenty pounds of kush
I'ma set him on the earth today
I don't got waffles but I'll
Like some syrup today

I won't talk to a snake, I ain't Voldemort
If she don't suck dick
Throw that bitch towards the door
Ruth Chris? Bitch, here's a four for four
Punched her so hard she turned around
Foreman George

I ain't throwing hooks
That's what the chorus for
Bitch asked for a blessing
Pointed her towards the Lord
Exotic whip, push to start like Forza 4
Wouldn't put my trust in that bitch
She's a whore for sure

Duct tape, ski mask
You know what I'm finna get into
Since you niggas move in groups of four
You dying with yo crew
Been having dreams of putting bullets
In a nigga chest
Hand nigga a on my hood, boy, I feel like

Thirty day grind
Don't you ask me about no rest
Why you buy that vest? We
Ain't aiming at his chest
Right hand to God
Seen more paper than a desk
Talking down then we popping up
Just like a test

Bought a and a blender at the gift shop
Ask me what shape the dog in, I said tip-top
Spent all Visa for a 70K wrist watch
In this bando with this lab
Ain't no Hip Hop, nigga

Rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people we ever greeted
And I'm hoping on all the days
To come and days to go
And I'm hoping on days of loving you so