True North lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, Quintin

[Chorus]
I pull up creepin' 'round the corner, b*tch, bundle up
They think I'm too cold, I told that b*tch I don't wanna snuggle up
All you rappers goofy, b*tch, don't ask me if we can partner up
I don't give no f*ck about none of you n*ggas in the still stock
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n*gga b*tch, better luck
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n*gga b*tch, better luck

[Verse]
I put on the plain jane, f*cked a plane ride out to Spain
They think I'm Jody Highroller, I don't gamble with no lames
Twinkle, twinkle goes every single diamond in my chain
Dragon fang gang, ice glistenin' in the night rain
I think I'm John Wain, Smith & Wesson, point blank range
Fifty thousand on the dinner, tell that b*tch to keep the change
I'm the same n*gga from the wing, b*tch, ain't sh*t change
I'm off Riverdale and Shelby drive, jumpin' through lanes

[Chorus]
I pull up creepin' 'round the corner, b*tch, bundle up
They think I'm too cold, I told that b*tch I don't wanna snuggle up
All you rappers goofy, b*tch, don't ask me if we can partner up
I don't give no f*ck about none of you n*ggas in the still stock
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n*gga b*tch, better luck
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n*gga b*tch, better luck