True Story (Mission Failed)

I guess these **** drop, they motherfuckin' nuts

I guess these **** try and drop, they motherfuckin' nuts, lil' baby boy

Fuck rappers, you ain't whoever's shit you bein

Motion boy

Ayy, ayy, ayy,three in the mornin

All black, **** masked up at my door

These **** vest up, scrapped up, and they got my hoe

I check my camera on my phone, who the fuck up at my door

I'm off that drink, I'm on that gas plus I'm with another ho

Goddamn, Skate, why you got the Robbers,at your door

Cause I'm poppin' shit, gettin' money, and I'm fuckin' hoes

You know how that shit go

Got em hot, cause my jewelry cold

All this fast money, I'm getting bitch, why the fuck you fuckin' slow

Back to the story, them bitch ass **** in all black, they at my door

This ain't the show, I'm havin' power, I grab the Glock, I feel like ghost

The second ****, he a rookie, must ain't did this shit before

They kicked the door, I shot my Glock, and then they ran, just like Some hoes

Damn, what, I'ma send them up

Damn, what, we gon' send them up

Damn What, we gon' send them up

****, play with me, I'ma send them up

Might fuck your bitch, then count up, play, I'll sell them up

Fifty Tho, wild, all dubs

I just went, put it up, fuckin' off with that sack

With my bitch, I just put her up

Don't come round, that shit sweet, I ain't no lick, play, I'll send them up

I can't believe you bitch ass ****, oh

Can't believe you hoes

Bitch, drop a bag, I'll send them up

Play with me, I'll send them up

Play with me, I'll send them up