6...45 (THE TRUTH) lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
I ain't wanna do this, n*gga
You brought this on yourself, pus*y-ass n*gga (Ayy, tell Columbia I need my invoice, man)
Ayy (I need like 400, n*gga)
b*tch-ass n*gga, yeah, ayy
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
(DJ Nick Exclusive)

[Verse]
What type of n*gga get a chain of another n*gga tat?
What type of n*gga rich but mom still live in a shack?
I f*cked your baby mama and I know you hate that
I'm still that same n*gga from that hood, you can't go back
I might call Zod up and do a drill with your strap
Matter of fact, call that b*tch in LA, get your bracelet back
I was making drops in the trap before we made Crack
I'm a dog, he a pus*y, I ain't beefing with no rat
Street n*gga, I am no rap artist
We bag 'em like Publix, turn this shop to a target
How you pillow talk and still ain't get no pus*y? You pitiful
I'd never pay a rat b*tch to dance in my video (DJ Nick)
10 pulled up, you called 12, then you point like Arsenio
Same n*gga called my phone, need a gun for his visual
Called your manager when 95 pulled up, said it was critical
"Please fly me to New York, man, this some sh*t I ain't wanna get into"
b*tch-ass n*gga, Cottonelle, Snuggle, Downy Fabric soft-ass n*gga
You beat your b*tch 'cause she don't listen when you talk, lil' n*gga
When I met you you wore Filas and Lacoste, lil' n*gga
The streets love me, they hate you, and that ain't my fault, lil' n*gga
You ain't rich, n*gga, your head could get bought, lil' n*gga
I'm concrete, don't get put inside that chalk, lil' n*gga
He talking reckless off that Wock', he must be tipsy
I'd never get on stage, shout out n*ggas that just dissed me
Same n*gga came in Blood, now he Cripping like he Nipsey
Now he Blood again 'cause Crips found out he got robbed by some b*tches
This sh*t ridiculous
This boy get checked so many times, would've thought he had a sickness
No, I ain't beefing with you rap guys
My shooter Subway, he just wrap nines
When that b*tch took water from you, you got baptized
In Da Trap but you know damn well that that trap mine
[Outro]
Yeah, soft-ass n*gga
b*tch-ass n*gga
Lil'-voice-ass n*gga
f*ck wrong with you, n*gga
Domestic violence, beating your b*tch ass, n*gga
f*ck wrong with you, I'd never put my hands on a b*tch, n*gga
(This is a DJ Nick Exclusive)
Call that b*tch, told her that you- you good, you feel me?
You don't gotta worry 'bout that n*gga no more, man