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truth that's walkin - ​​​​iayze lyrics

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[intro]
aye, real murdaworth sh*t know what i’m tam’ ’bout, b*tch
b*tch, aye, rrr, rrr, rrr, aye, and he ain’t gon’ make it too far from the gen, aye
b*tch, aye, he ain’t gon’ make it too far from the gen
b*tch, aye, rrr, rrr, rrr, too far from the gen, aye
aye, he ain’t gon’ make it too far from the gen, b*tch, aye
rrr, rrr, rrr, make it too far from the gen b*tch, aye, rrr, rrr

[chorus]
run his ass down, drac’ in my hand, makin’ ’em run (b*tch, run)
that lil’ n*gga caught fifty, and then some (b*tch, aye)
he say he get busy, then hit some (then hit some, hit, hit)
louis bag for my glizzy, b*tch, i’m tryna rip some (tryna rip some)
ion*ion tote no .50, gen when it get iffy (iffy, iffy, aye)
pull up to her city, pull off in a jiffy (jiffy)
i think*i think i need sixty, i think i spend twenty (b*tch, aye)
i ain’t bought no richie, but i need a milli’ (aye)
i think he’s a gimmick, i think he’s my sonny (aye)
she say i’m gon’ get it, i’m like, bae, i’m on it
choppa “hrr, hrr”, hit n*ggas, a super*sonic
my chain on “brr, brr”, gucci mane, i’m truth that’s walkin’ (b*tch)

[verse]
i like sh*t that go “frr, bee”
in cars, that super*sonic
i love when a bank*teller tell me “boy, you on it”
i love when a b*tch try and tell me i don’t make profit
we gon’ park that car and stop it
at the wake, the truck be knockin’
we’ll get on his brother be hidin’
on the free*way, b*tch i’m wildin’
better watch out for my shoes, b*tch, dior kicks stylin’
i ain’t on nonsense, and he on violence
i took the sprite, it’s purple, a violet
after a xan i get violent
he ain’t do sh*t, i did hits
money good, b*tch n*gga i send hits
bro don’t skate, but he do flips
she don’t skate, but let me flip
hop out the car, hop out the whip
hop out another car, know what i’m in
he ain’t gon’ make it too far from the gen
i heard that b*tch barley jumped off the porch, he ain’t gon’ make it too far from the crib (b*tch, rrr, rrr)
[chorus]
run his ass down, drac’ in my hand, makin’ ’em run (b*tch, run)
that lil’ n*gga caught fifty, and then some (b*tch, aye)
he say he get busy, then hit some (then hit some, hit, hit)
louis bag for my glizzy, b*tch, i’m tryna rip some (tryna rip some)
ion*ion tote no .50, gen when it get iffy (iffy, iffy, aye)
pull up to her city, pull off in a jiffy (jiffy)
i think*i think i need sixty, i think i spend twenty (b*tch, aye)
i ain’t bought no richie, but i need a milli’ (aye)
i think he’s a gimmick, i think he’s my sonny (aye)
she say i’m gon’ get it, i’m like, bae, i’m on it
choppa “hrr, hrr”, hit n*ggas, a super*sonic
my chain on “brr, brr”, gucci mane, i’m truth that’s walkin’ (b*tch)

[outro]
aye, that’s, uh, a super*sonic
aye, tell me “boy, you on it”, boy, you on it
aye

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