Yeat - Tru to U lyrics

Yeah bitch not for me, she got that Pac-sun
No that shit all night, for me
She got a rack or sumn'
Pockets the size of a building
All this drip on me no Pac-a-sun

You don't have a lil' SRT
Don't have a Hellcat, you lyin'
I don't even gotta do shit, I
Just wake up and get bread, i'm not tryin'
That's your old bitch, she say she love me
Now so we up in the Cayenne
Finna go change my name to "Private
Jet" how much I'm high flying
You can't say I won't go up
'cause I'ma die tryin'
Got a brand new four door Rolls-Royce
Cullinan truck how I'm driving
Yeah, and that bitch gon' bounce on this
Dick like I got me hydraulics (Yuh)
I got the racks at the bottom myself
Then I bought that again (Again)
Think I'm falling in love again (Yuh)
With Benjamin Franklin, I'm sorry ma'am
All this water that sit on
Me collect like Hoover Dam (Yuh)
In the strip club, no Madagascar, I like
The way that she move it, yeah
(Like she move it)
Yeah I gotta get it no option
(Yuh) , kid stop talking
Why you on my phone every day, every night
This shit is too exhausting
So Much Fun like Thug said, no
Syrup and no Oxy, yeah, so awesome
Tired of these dudes serving
Them dogs all day and my fingers blue
Took a long time to get this way
Ain't nothin' like me, ain't high as me
Ain't nothin' like me, ain't high as me
Yeah I been through so much
Don't nothin' surprise me (Nothin')
I had the diamonds all on myself
So they see what I see (See)

I went and take this bitch out on a date
Her name was oxy really I just try to sleep
When I'm on the codeine
But I took me some molly
Know that this shit is not good for
My health, I can't stop doing it, i'm sorry
Really just been too goated with
This punchin' in shit, i feel like Ali
They in a different world than me
They do not see what I see
Gon' tell them to take a
Step back away from me
Think they gon' judge me
We down bad, and this shit can get too ugly
Yeah that shit was sad
I could only afford to eat lunchmeat
They thought that I done fell off, boy
I came back like a bungee
She ask me what's a damn Trackhawk
I told her the best Jeep
I don't even fuck with nobody
Said all my drugs is really my bestie
You gotta take it or leave it
I'm getting this bread now
I swear I'm investing
I'm finna miss these days when I was nothing
That was the best thing
I turned this shit outta
Nothing without assumption
You wouldn't text me
You was really always there for me
Baby you just so sexy don't believe my lies
You know how I get whenever I'm texting
Yeah, yeah, or whenever I'm flexing
Shut your dumbass up, my brother got killed
This shit'll get messy
That's a Number Nine brand jeans on me
No I ain't rockin' no Guess
I'm not ridin' off this wave
Yeah I just gotta do my best
I get so high all the time
That's why I don't ever stress
Gotta stay down and get right
My people I gotta impress (Yuh)
They wouldn't think I could do this shit
So I go out and flex

That's your old bitch, she say she love me
Now so we up in the Cayenne
Finna go change my name to "Private
Jet" how much I'm high flying
You can't say I won't go up
'cause I'ma die tryin'
Got a brand new four door Rolls-Royce
Cullinan truck how I'm driving
Yeah, and that bitch gon' bounce on this
Dick like I got me hydraulics (Yuh)
I got the racks at the bottom myself
Then I bought that again (Again)
Think I'm falling in love again (Yuh)
With Benjamin Franklin, I'm sorry ma'am
All this water that sit on
Me collect like Hoover Dam (Yuh)
In the strip club, no Madagascar, I like
The way that she move it, yeah
(Like she move it)
Yeah I gotta get it no option
(Yuh) , kid stop talking
Why you on my phone every day, every night
This shit is too exhausting
So Much Fun like Thug said, no
Syrup and no Oxy, yeah, so awesome
Tired of these dudes serving
Them dogs all day and my fingers blue
Took a long time to get this way
Ain't nothin' like me, ain't high as me
Ain't nothin' like me, ain't high as me
Yeah I been through so much
Don't nothin' surprise me (Nothin')
I had the diamonds all on myself
So they see what I see (See)