Truth (it’s released but your sh*tty website says other wise) lyrics

Are you in the mafia? (Yeah)
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes your mobbed up
Let’s talk about hate I get a lot of that (lot of that)
My b*tch won’t f*ck with you if you ain’t got a bag (broke boy)
Took the b*tch soul and she ain’t never got it back (mwah)
Up the 30 strip in blue she had a heart attack
T-194, v cuts on them R-P’s
b*tch know what’s time (ahh ahh)
She hear them car keys
I don’t need a bed told the lil b*tch car me (car me)
Let a n*gga see the action baby don’t talk me (wooooh)
Gang just fell in the party who the f*ck want the smoke
Ice gang water all I’m missing is a boat (splash)
Take a kitty kitty wet, its gon leave a n*gga soaked (mwah)
I told her keep the pus*y I just wanna see the throat
Yeezy 700’s they cost me two onions (yeah)
These grams a hunnid I take em out the oven
These hoes is nothin they come dime a dozen
AR got a drum n*gga don’t meet the drummer
Don’t be a goof got chops with my troops
Blood hanging out the roof, trigger pulling up the truth
I need two booths, nineteen forty two
Fat ass and some boobs, wash the hoe shoes
Don’t be a jack boy we came in with straps (Bop)
Got me in here relaxed
Order ones by the stacks
I need two racks told the DJ run it back (run that back)
I rained on her back and I ain’t want half back
Don’t be a goof got chops with my troops
Blood hanging out the roof, trigger pulling up the truth
I need two booths, nineteen forty two
Fat ass and some boobs, wash the hoe shoes (yeah)
Don’t be a jack boy we came in with straps (bop)
Got me in here relaxed
Order ones by the stacks
I need two racks told the DJ run it back
I rained on her back and I ain’t want half back