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true story pt 1 - rundown spaz lyrics

[intro]
b*tches rats n*gga
i’ma tell it how everything happened n*gga, no cap
lets go
these b*tches rats n*gga
these b*tches rats n*gga

[verse 1]
woke up in the morning smokin’ shhh, b*tch i’m high as h*ll
just the day before, my sister called me say she need some help
she say a n*gga tryna’ beat her up i’m finna’ raise h*ll
now i’m tryna lurk but i’m like d*mn i just got outta’ jail
f*ck it i’m on dummy i can’t let em’ play with family bro
i’m at her momma crib, she stay in texas wit her granny though
got me second guessin, i’m a savage just like pappy though
likе “should i really do this sh*t? we only share a daddy hoе”
chillin’ with lil dre and rodney they like “we gon’ do this sh*t?”
but i’m like “yeah, b*tch i’m heated draco got a cooling kit”
no i can’t let this n*gga hit my sister on some stupid sh*t
but then again she beefin’ with this n*gga bout a goofy b*tch
f*ck it, that’s my sister, know her brother ‘nem some lunatics
really got some murder on my mind, i’m on some demon sh*t
thinkin to myself, like how i’m finna’ r.i.p. the b*tch
tryna knock em’ off, this mini draco big i gotta leave this b*tch
hop up in the car, we got a xd and a forty cal
did three hours on the road, then we made it to her granny house
chop it up, they say they tryna’ eat at texas roadhouse
but i ain’t really tryna’ eat, i’m tryna’ run a n*gga down
f*ck it, i just play my role, we pull up to the dine in
thinkin buddy might just show up, b*tch i brought that iron in
feelin’ like a time out, i think its time to time in
i told her call dude, whole time he blowing up her phone
“d*mn n*gga, where you at? i’m tryna see what n*ggas on”
n*gga get to yelling in the phone, he better watch his tone
n*gga just don’t know, i’m finna’ pull up tryna’ get em’ gone
now i’m turnt, so i grab the phone and i walk outside
yeah i’m bold as f*ck, i get to callin’ bro on facetime
i hope this n*gga clutchin’ on some iron, because i got mine
and if he do, i hope that he gon’ blow cause i’ma pop mine
he see me and bro’ nem say we deep, so he gon’ drop the lo
i’m like “alright bet lil bro grab sister” like “it’s time to go”
i can’t wait to see this n*gga brains all on the f*ckin’ floor
i don’t give a f*ck if he ain’t no opp, i’m still gon’ up the score
later on that night he drop the lo, we get to pullin up
we only got two heaters in this truck, but its like five of us
three shooters, two girls, this steppin’ sh*t between us
lil rodney say he gon’ sit this one out, so me and dre was up
once we hit the block, we see bout twenty people in the street
think we finna’ fight, they just don’t know, we hopping out on feet
f*ck her mans, we hop out get to sparking, sh*lls up in the street
praying that i hit em’ cause its dark and i can barely see
dump my whole clip, i get to running back up to the truck
n*ggas get to bussin’ back, no bullets, i’m like “what the f*ck?”
my sister mama lookin stuck like she ain’t never slid before
ducking down the window shouting “d*mn they just shot my bruh”
[outro]
these n*ggas hoes n*gga
these n*ggas rats, these n*ggas hoes n*gga
and these b*tches rats too n*gga
to be continued n*gga, no cap

- rundown spaz lyrics

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