To You/Paraphernalia lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey
Smokin' the dope, lil' n*gga got red eye
I go to Ruth Chris, b*tch, with a rabbi
Brand new Audi truck, we 'bout to spin out
b*tch not tryna suck di*k, she can get out
I told the b*tch, "Wanna slide here after midnight?"
b*tch n*gga want hand downs and I cannot
Been that n*gga, always tryna get by

[Chorus]
Donnie Katana
Ooh, I told the truth (Brr)
I never lied to you (Ooh)
I told the truth
I never lied to you
Brr, brr
Hey-a-hey-a-hey

[Verse 2]
Paris, Chanel (Brr)
I put her in Paris, Chanel (Wait wait)
But I got paraphernalia (Wait, hey, wait, hey)
I got a big stick on me, b*tch better get off me (Get over)
b*tch sayin', "Huh", she thinkin' I'm Rick Ross
I'm feelin' like Plies, the b*tch in the Ritz Carlton (Ooh)
I hate all these n*ggas, get hung, like fire auto
I'm fighting these demons off Perc's, them Percocets
I got a bad b*tch in Hawaii, no Honolu' (Perc', perc', perc')
Las Vegas Strip with a whole bunch of prostitutes
I walk with my dog, I call the b*tch Marmaduke (I walk with that dog)
That .40 make him do a flip like Jeff Hardy do (Oh yeah)
We hit him up like Lil' Wayne at Tha Carter II
Bad b*tch want me to pay for her college (College)
My n*gga be workin', but we not no colleague
New Lamborghini truck, I'm pushin' like Rocket League
These b*tches gon' f*ck, these b*tches be collard greens (Ooh)
n*gga, I got two Glocks, this Crash and Berenstein
I been takin' them drugs, I don't look like an earthling (Ling)
My boujee lil' b*tch want me to buy her a Birkin
Even real street n*ggas still servin' the Perc' fiends
Hey, hey, my side b*tch be on that fake sh*t
My life get plugged than Jay Critch
[Chorus]
Ooh, I told the truth (Brr)
I never lied to you (Ooh)
I told the truth
I never lied to you
Brr, brr (Hey, hey, hey)
(Pew, pew)

[Outro]
Ooh, I told the truth (Brr)
I never lied to you (Ooh)
I told the truth
I never lied to you
Brr, brr (Hey, hey, hey)
(Pew, pew)