The Truth (YBN Diss)
[Verse]
You try to play me, then I'm goin' out my way
I pull up where you lay and serve you like a fish fillet
Say you a shooter, this is not GTA
I got shooters that's gon' spray, like they in the NBA
Put down the guns, where my one? Ay
Scary ass n***a fightin' bitches, he don't want that
Brodie in the cut, with the gat, he gon' blow that
Fuckin' on his sister, she a nat, but he don't know that
Backwoods, we roll that, that good gas, we grow that
Backdoor yo' ho, know you won't get yo' ho back
Boy, you ain't no gangbanger, everybody know that
And don't go buy no chain, 'cause you know it's gon' get snatched
I'm on my no hook shit, bitch, what's up?
N***as try to play me so you know I had to cut up
N***as actin' tough, fill 'em up with the cutta'
Leave 'em in the gutta', and then I'm burning rubba'
You better say yo' prayer 'fore it be yo' last suppa'
Tell yo' mama tuck you in the covers if she really love ya
You a young bitch n***a, I done peeped your true colors
Playin' both sides, that's gon' get yo' bitch ass in trouble
You n***as really hoes and I know it
You playin' with them poles when you know you ain't gon' blow it
I'm tired of n***as rappin' like they 'bout it in they songs
Boy, you know you ain't strong, stay yo' weak ass at home
Why you actin' like she oppin' undercover on the low?
You stupid motherfucka', and that's why I don't trust ya
And when you dropped that Rubbin Off The Paint, it was lit
But I wasn't surprised when I found out you a bitch
Pick a location, we can meet up, we can spark
And yo' bitch got an ass b, you watch it from the car
Light you up like a cigar
Young bitch n***a don't want war
Tote them hammers like I'm Thor
And I'ma make it rawr
You try to play me, then I'm goin' out my way
I pull up where you lay and serve you like a fish fillet
Say you a shooter, this is not GTA
I got shooters that's gon' spray, like they in the NBA
Put down the guns, where my one? Ay
Scary ass n***a fightin' bitches, he don't want that
Brodie in the cut, with the gat, he gon' blow that
Fuckin' on his sister, she a nat, but he don't know that
Backwoods, we roll that, that good gas, we grow that
Backdoor yo' ho, know you won't get yo' ho back
Boy, you ain't no gangbanger, everybody know that
And don't go buy no chain, 'cause you know it's gon' get snatched
I'm on my no hook shit, bitch, what's up?
N***as try to play me so you know I had to cut up
N***as actin' tough, fill 'em up with the cutta'
Leave 'em in the gutta', and then I'm burning rubba'
You better say yo' prayer 'fore it be yo' last suppa'
Tell yo' mama tuck you in the covers if she really love ya
You a young bitch n***a, I done peeped your true colors
Playin' both sides, that's gon' get yo' bitch ass in trouble
You n***as really hoes and I know it
You playin' with them poles when you know you ain't gon' blow it
I'm tired of n***as rappin' like they 'bout it in they songs
Boy, you know you ain't strong, stay yo' weak ass at home
Why you actin' like she oppin' undercover on the low?
You stupid motherfucka', and that's why I don't trust ya
And when you dropped that Rubbin Off The Paint, it was lit
But I wasn't surprised when I found out you a bitch
Pick a location, we can meet up, we can spark
And yo' bitch got an ass b, you watch it from the car
Light you up like a cigar
Young bitch n***a don't want war
Tote them hammers like I'm Thor
And I'ma make it rawr