Teejayx6 - True Story lyrics
[Teejayx6 - True Story lyrics]
Swipin' in and out of
Banks, gettin' iPhones
That's a true story
They sayin' I'm lyin' but it's two
Sides of the story
You walked up to the Bitcoin
And only put in twenty
Tryna get a zip to smoke
You only put in twenty
Stop sittin' on your ass
I'm tryna put you in position
Got a lil' wave goin' on
But I'ma on pushin'
I'm scared to go on WalMart
'cause the people keep lookin'
I got a e mail in my bio
The people keep bookin'
I just left from off the shoulder
People was starstruck
Stole this white bitch, credit card
She work at Starbucks
Nigga, how you tryna beef with
Me? You work at Arby's shot at two niggas
Then I left from out the party
We at a hotel room, she tryna throw a party
Just broke a bitch heart, then
I text her, sayin', "I'm sorry"
Took a pregnant bitch money
I know that she salty
Stole some gift cards and I
Know they just saw me
What the fuck is that sound? It
Sound like the beat shakin'
Took a nigga life
Then I sent him down to Satan
I cannot feel her booty, man
This shit feel flat
Tried to run off, all you
Heard was, "Click, clack, boom"
On my way back from the road
I'll be there soon
Made so much money out the stores, luckily
I'm smooth
Made so many lil' niggas run, luckily
They breathin'
I just smoke like seven pounds, luckily
I'm breathin'
Hit a nigga with cold bullets
He got brain freeze i had a million dollars
Before I turned eighteen
Watch, I had ten million
When I turned nineteen
Watch, you still gon' be broke
When you turn twenty i still go back and do
My business in the trenches
Pulled my gun out and
That nigga started flinchin'
I just sold some weed to a young-ass freshman
I'm on a business call
With a rich-ass executive
You ain't got these, lil' nigga
These exclusive
You ain't ever had to get a job
You was spoon-fed i don't think that them
The real Gucci sneakers, them the bootlegs
I just scammed a nigga with some bootleg CDs
I don't think my cousin like weed
He a crackhead i ain't usin' no cash
I got a card while I'm in Saks Fifth
Keep spendin' your cash, nigga
You gon' end up dead
Yeah, we just seen your new picture
You the laughin' stock get it on my own
That's why I don't really like to ask a lot
You know I'm really out here swipin'
Why don't you ask about it?
You ain't puttin' in on my weed
Why you askin' about it?
The doctor said, "It's too many holes
You need a breathin' machine"
All my software burnt, I need a new upgrade
Been fuckin' with a bum bitch
You need to fuckin' upgrade
This nigga, got a iPhone 4, bruh
You need to upgrade
I'm 'bout to cook this lil' nigga
Like a well done steak
They caught my uncle sellin' pills
And they sent 'em upstate
What the fuck?
Banks, gettin' iPhones
That's a true story
They sayin' I'm lyin' but it's two
Sides of the story
You walked up to the Bitcoin
And only put in twenty
Tryna get a zip to smoke
You only put in twenty
Stop sittin' on your ass
I'm tryna put you in position
Got a lil' wave goin' on
But I'ma on pushin'
I'm scared to go on WalMart
'cause the people keep lookin'
I got a e mail in my bio
The people keep bookin'
I just left from off the shoulder
People was starstruck
Stole this white bitch, credit card
She work at Starbucks
Nigga, how you tryna beef with
Me? You work at Arby's shot at two niggas
Then I left from out the party
We at a hotel room, she tryna throw a party
Just broke a bitch heart, then
I text her, sayin', "I'm sorry"
Took a pregnant bitch money
I know that she salty
Stole some gift cards and I
Know they just saw me
What the fuck is that sound? It
Sound like the beat shakin'
Took a nigga life
Then I sent him down to Satan
I cannot feel her booty, man
This shit feel flat
Tried to run off, all you
Heard was, "Click, clack, boom"
On my way back from the road
I'll be there soon
Made so much money out the stores, luckily
I'm smooth
Made so many lil' niggas run, luckily
They breathin'
I just smoke like seven pounds, luckily
I'm breathin'
Hit a nigga with cold bullets
He got brain freeze i had a million dollars
Before I turned eighteen
Watch, I had ten million
When I turned nineteen
Watch, you still gon' be broke
When you turn twenty i still go back and do
My business in the trenches
Pulled my gun out and
That nigga started flinchin'
I just sold some weed to a young-ass freshman
I'm on a business call
With a rich-ass executive
You ain't got these, lil' nigga
These exclusive
You ain't ever had to get a job
You was spoon-fed i don't think that them
The real Gucci sneakers, them the bootlegs
I just scammed a nigga with some bootleg CDs
I don't think my cousin like weed
He a crackhead i ain't usin' no cash
I got a card while I'm in Saks Fifth
Keep spendin' your cash, nigga
You gon' end up dead
Yeah, we just seen your new picture
You the laughin' stock get it on my own
That's why I don't really like to ask a lot
You know I'm really out here swipin'
Why don't you ask about it?
You ain't puttin' in on my weed
Why you askin' about it?
The doctor said, "It's too many holes
You need a breathin' machine"
All my software burnt, I need a new upgrade
Been fuckin' with a bum bitch
You need to fuckin' upgrade
This nigga, got a iPhone 4, bruh
You need to upgrade
I'm 'bout to cook this lil' nigga
Like a well done steak
They caught my uncle sellin' pills
And they sent 'em upstate
What the fuck?