Story Time (Intro) lyrics

[Intro]
You know, everybody has a story
Yeah (True, true)
Lemme tell you a little story about this guy
Okay
Goes by the name of um... 2z?
2z?
Yeah, Yeah, that's it! 2z!
What kinda f*cking name is 2z?
A lot of motherf*ckers hate the guy
I mean a lot

[Verse 1]
Mama, can I get them new Jordan 4's?
p*ssing me off, she kept telling me no
So I went out and got them on my own
I was only 15, but I thought I was grown
I was 15 f*cking b*tches in college
Go to they dorm and go through they wallets
Circle got smaller 'cause n*ggas wasn't solid
You only they dawg when they hands in yo' pockets
You n*ggas changing on gang for the pus*y
You gotta give her some brain for the pus*y
Tired of n*ggas try take me for pus*y
We do not hang with lames or pussies
Half of my mf family was addicts
Half of my mo' f*cken partners was trappin'
My mama didn't raise up no b*tch, so what's happening?
b*tch I'm from Dallas, I ball like a Maverick
I looked at my mama and lil' sister face
I promise I can't let 'em down (I can't let 'em down)
I looked all my n*ggas in of them faces
I told 'em we ain't backing down (Backing down)
'Cause once we get up there I promise you n*gga
It ain't no comin' back down
I'm sorry your honor, I'm telling the truth
I wasn't even in town
[Verse 2]
Roll up the gas and bag up the Reginald
Watch how I tax it like I'm Uncle Sam
How you gon' hate me? You still buying grams
Goofy-ass n*gga I smoke out a pound
My brothers keeper, I promise I am
We always fightin' like Martin and Pam
Been through that money, I love how it sound
That pus*y go *smooch*, I love how it sound
Okay, you go and do that
Well I'ma go and do that
Texas we been on that drank
Now everybody sip, ayy
Half of these industry n*ggas is b*tches
I call these n*ggas some brats
You only heard if I'm telling the truth
n*gga this straight facts
n*ggas this straight gas
I'm counting straight cash
Yeah, yo' music straight my n*gga
I meant to say straight ass
Just picked up a freak ho
Has to get my rocks off
She told me my feet ugly
I still f*ck with my socks off (b*tch)
I don't care what these hoes think (These hoes think)
I don't care what these n*ggas think (These n*ggas think)
I smoke me a raw cone
I pour me a raw drink
Before you run in this trap house
n*gga you better rethink (Better rethink)
Yeah, I'm on some mob sh*t
Throw his ass in that fish tank
[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
That's that [GMB?] sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
All that money sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Whole lotta Loot Gang sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Ayy