PlABook - STORIES TOLD lyrics

Am killing them, your killing them (yeah)
Even fucking Doc is killing them (Owhhh)

TOFP money gang takeo?

Men y'all niggas can not know
What I've been through men

Y'all niggas have no idea, that shit Crazy
That shit crazyyy
Homies call I would never fold
Stories told, Oven stove
Heat on me like am wade

Told my barber we about to fight
I need that fade blowing up the stage
Up in New York we shot it in Los Angeles
A movie without a script
Pay up niggas want favors
Niggas busy tryna save bitches
While They homies
Is drowning i can Never understand that
Pussy made nigga switch
Money madе nigga snitch

Got it from the gutter had to clean
It Up kеys to every door
Like a Janitor, It's a cold world
Outside, got me a Blicky
Make it sing like Whitney Homies
Call I can never fold
Stories told, Over stove
Heat on me like am wade

Homies call I'd never fold
Stories told, Oven stove
Homies call I'd never fold
Stories told, Oven stove
Heat on me like am Wade

Niggas tryna save bitches while
They Homies is
Drowning i can never Understand it
Pussy made nigga switch
Money made nigga snitch
Pussy made nigga switch
Money made nigga snitch

Pay up niggas want favors
Niggas busy tryna save bitches