True Stories lyrics

[Verse 1: Booter Bee]
Mum rang me, said this guy's circling my crib
Now I'm going crazy plus my burner's on my hip
Let me catch him, I'ma teach this little rat a lesson
You see my opp's main boss, I shot theirs in the melon
Hanging out the side, sending shots like it's normal
Girls don't like me, said the things I done were awful
Heard about them stabbings and them slappings I did
When it's go time, I'm the one slapping my stick
I'm the one squeezing, I'm never the driver
Slap man's wig and then snap my Lyca
I promise you ain't took as many risks as I did
I got a drop and turned the whole block to a crisis
Now I'm p*ssed, the homiciders saying I'm flight risk
I just wanna fly b*tch and finish my licence
But they keep typing, it's doing my mind in
Now I'm back shooting and my broski's driving
Fell in love with waps from the day I squeezed it
Shoulda shot him in his face, why the f*ck did I leave him?
Now I see him in the videos, comfy with opps
Hell break loose if I got the pumpy or the dots
Pellets gonna jump out his top when I ride
You can't go back, better start thinking bout life
I know a pagan that slipped up and died
Now his own people don't fix up and ride
[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]
You ain't raised a toy so you can't raise your voice
Ride or die bro, you know there really ain't a choice
We put in work until suttin's void
Ask the whats-it-called, they'll say I got my nine
I got killers in my circle, I got a whole pound to burn through
Them n*ggas outside, it's time to put 'em on a curfew
You put money on my head, they gon' have to reimburse you
We bring hammers to the masjid, we brang 'em to the church too
I feel extra blessed
The phone will start blowing from I send out the SMS
We pull up like extra reps
They couldn't pull my card even if I let 'em check the debt
They get life for their set and get left for dead
Before I die for nyash, I'd rather get left on read
I used the broom but you know that I left a mess

[Verse 3: Still Brickin]
Always presents with these cats, man think that I'm gifted
I don't answer if the call's restricted
Three for twenty's got these cats addicted
I ain't leaving till this cat gets evicted
You know I build blocks for breakfast
I hit a spot and then I hand out testers
Watch the line start kicking like wrestlers
Watch me break down bricks, suttin like Tetris
The sh*t that I been through, nobody knows
So many bricks that I broke into O's
Lord knows that I've taped off so many roads
And I've actually left holes in so many clothes
I back out my poker and watch bare man fold
And have man running like he's Usain Bolt
I'm not a firefighter but I'm still pressing these hoes
Diamond baguettes in the dial, now the Rollie is rose