True Story (Come With Me) lyrics

[Intro]
I was tryna hold it in, aye I can't hold it in tho’
Say mane, you know and I know, them b*tch ass n*ggas [?]

[Chorus]
YoungBoy finally rich, come and see
Nun but some killers and some steppas run with me
Still tryna kill the other side, all my n*ggas, they gon' ride or die
(Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop, Bah, Bahhh)
That's the shots from that 4.5, Yungin’ got 3 now
I had to zip the pus*y b*tch, that came and shot at me huh?
Vac*mn seal, money skied up, b*tches throw shots at me huh?
Diamonds shining on my neck and wrist 'nd on that beam huh?
(b*tch i'm dumb)

[Verse 1]
I turn up, i came from hustlin' on the come up
They told me that shawty a hoe, but i never did know
She was right on my side, i was servin' the smoke
I was back to back stretchin' these n*ggas
These diamonds ain't shining and laying on top of no hoe
That n*gga was talkin' that sh*t but the min’ he slipped
He was dead on side of the porch
Got the racks in the bag, I just counted up 4
Got a b*tch onside me, who I don’t even know (let's go)
Got a n*gga head steady callin’ her phone
Tryna leave it alone, but i don't wan' let go
Got a b*tch I love for i'm leaving her ’lone
Mama say that "i'm trippin" she feel that i'm wrong
The DNA that's up inside of her strong
Our Father creation invented a clone
[Bridge]
Hop off a jet and I'm on my way home
Stare at the mountains, thoughts roamin' around
n*ggas ain't sh*t and these b*tches not neither
But n*ggas don't like when hoes havin' they own, yeahhhh
Bae you know I don't wanna stay here
My heart for you, it is not for them

[Verse 2]
I'm like “Baby, you a queen, you could link up with a cold killer"
Bae I just pulled up in the back, i'm with some old n*ggas
Everybody banging, tote them motherf*cking poles n*gga (b*tch)
Everybody wit' me do no talkin' we throw smoke n*gga
I'm wit' some n*ggas out that 8, we ain't no hoes n*gga
He talkin' reckless so i guess he lied on his toes n*gga
I throw up Trey, put guns to the face, and bang them 4's n*gga
Ima Nawfside baby, love them 38's Lil Joe bring 4's n*gga
Get a n*gga to test something
b*tch I bet that i stretch sum' I ain't never been scared
b*tch I don't got no heart, I leave you for dead
I'm the same lil n*gga that pray by the bed
Black bought me a monkey so I named it "FED"
Her name on the song, is the name that i said " "
Young n*gga rich and he still got problems, he steady be thuggin'
He kill it with meds
I f*ck with lil shawty, he having that money
These b*tches don't love you, they witchu' for something
These n*ggas ain't crazy, we steppin' on something
Get 'em hit with a check, if you reppin' on something
He gone lay where they be and he stretchin' him something
I don't have no remorse, when i'm blessing me something
Calmest can be, n*gga die in his sleep
Like b*tch come flex me something
[Chorus]
YoungBoy finally rich, come and see
Nun but some killers and some steppas run with me
Still tryna kill the other side, all my n*ggas, they gon' ride or die
(Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop, Bah, Bahhh)
That's the shots from that 4.5, Yungin' got 3 now
I had to zip the pus*y b*tch, that came and shot at me huh?
Vac*mn seal, money skied up, b*tches throw shots at me huh?
Diamonds shining on my neck and wrist 'nd on that beam huh?
(b*tch i'm-)