Top Songs By T.R.U.
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.R.U.
Performer
Hott LockedN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Kenneth Dezurn
Songwriter
Little Randolph Barber Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Smuggs
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
All these hoes
We gon' give these hoes one song
Worried 'bout none of these hoes
[Chorus]
All them Instagram posts, ****, you ain't gon' drop nothin' (Drop)
All that pistol totin' shit, ****, you ain't gon' pop nothin' (Pop)
What you got on a mask for, ****? You ain't gon' rob nothin' (Rob)
In the middle of the club, don't give no fucks, ****, we gon' knock somethin' (Grrah)
And I got that thirty on me, ****, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, ****, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, ****, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, ****, what? Bring the block out (That block, ****)
[Verse 1]
Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? Keep on callin' me (She callin')
And she get on my nerves, bitch, block, you can't follow me (Can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, **** been had that (Been had that)
And that ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, **** been smashed that (Been smashed that)
And that ho be brazy from the Southside, the whole gang had that (Been had that)
I got an athlete named Musu, he ain't never had that (Hell nah, ****)
And I walk in the deal with it on me, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes (Fuck 'em)
And I'ma go fuck up the money, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these loads (Fuck it)
Just got another show, **** just fucked another ho
Just poured another four, ****, inside another four
These **** be hoes, and act like I don't know (Okay)
Lil' ****, it's sure, have them young **** kick in your door
[Chorus]
And I got that thirty on me, ****, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, ****, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, ****, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, ****, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
And I got that thirty on me, ****, what you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, ****, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, ****, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, ****, what? Bring the block out (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
We ain't thinkin' 'bout this shit, we just gon' get into it (On God)
That **** say he wanna kill me, bitch, come and do it (Come do it, bitch)
And put that thirty to his mouth if he ain't speakin' fluent (Hrrt)
I got some Grape Street **** Crippin' in Cali and Newark (Yeah, yeah)
I put a Curry on my Rondo, but I shoot like Harden (On God)
Bitch, I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten (Bitch)
I earned my rank up in my gang like a fuckin' sergeant (Real streets, yeah, yeah)
I caught him lackin' up at Walmart, bet I hit my target (Yeah)
I put a **** in the sky, give him jet lag (Jet lag)
Shooting fetish with this chopper, get a toe tag (Yeah)
A **** heartless, they be asking where my soul at (It's nowhere)
A **** play, then I'ma put him in a bodybag (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
And I got that thirty on me, ****, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, ****, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, ****, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, ****, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
[Outro]
Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? (Keep on callin' me)
And she get on my nerves, bitch, block (You can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, **** been had that
That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, **** been smashed that
Written by: Bryson Potts, Kenneth Dezurn, Little Randolph Barber Jr.