Toosii - Truth Be Told lyrics

Oh, oh, oh

Lord knows I want that Audemar
But I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho
 won't get your bitch back
I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber
Still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex
Got my wrist wet new bitch all on my line
Told her she'll be fine
Ain't give her dick yet
Told 'em I'ma pop out, I got options
I ain't pick yet
Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead
But they ain't blitz yet
We gon' slide first, put 'em in that
Hearse, we don't do get backs, yeah

Said I don't eat good, but
I ain't sick yet, i need a big check
And when I pop out with my new bitch
That's a big flex
Said I wouldn't be big, but shit, I
Did that, got a new crib, did that
Got a new car, did that
2x so I can't sit back
And I'll be damned a nigga blam me and
I ain't seen my kids' kids yet
She wanna lay up
I told her I don't do kickbacks
They ask me do I party? I said
"Hardly" nigga i'm fucked up in the head
So I don't party with 'em
Don't be tryna let 'em know I'm thug
But I'm mean muggin' shit
Wish I knew Tydre before that
Party got my brother hit fast money
Wish my sister wasn't in love in with that
When I found out Nae wasn't my cousin
Made her love the dick

Lord knows I want that Audemar
But I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho
Won't get your bitch back
I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber
Still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex
Got my wrist wet new bitch all on my line
Told her she'll be fine
Ain't give her dick yet
Told 'em I'ma pop out, I got options
I ain't pick yet
Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead
But they ain't blitz yet
We gon' slide first, put 'em in that
Hearse, we don't do get backs, yeah

I feel like karma gon' come
Get me 'cause I'm haunted
Fucked a stripper bitch from Onyx
And I feel like I love that ho
Gang hit a lick for six
Thought he was ballin'
Like he scored, he got to tauntin'
Now he dead, and I love my bro, yeah
Gotta keep that nina by my waistline, yeah
Want that Piguet, so I don't waste time
If I hit his head, we gon' call it FaceTime
Me and my bitch gotta think alike
Like we got great minds
Shit, I heard it through the
Grapevine, he got eight
But he might take five
I don't wear no cape, but I'ma save y'all
Got family, so I'ma make mine
Even if it's dark clouds in the daytime
You always find a way to make my day shine

Lord knows I want that Audemar
But I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho
Won't get your bitch back
I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber
Still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex
Got my wrist wet new bitch all on my line
Told her she'll be fine
Ain't give her dick yet
Told lil' mama pop out, I got options
I ain't pick yet
Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead
But they ain't blitz yet
We gon' slide first, put 'em in that
Hearse, we don't do get backs, yeah