Letra de Truth Be Told - Toosii

Oh, oh, oh (Ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy)

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

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