Yung Cobane - True To This

DAMN TEEQ, THIS SHIT GO CRAZY
They wonderin', they questionin' on how a youngin' do this shit
They take the style, they bite it hard, but they ain't never true to this
I told the bitch to get back, you don't know me like that ludicrous

We don't know why you wife that she, stamped in the hood, she true to this
We see them flashin' lights, we do the race cant crash out in this bitch
She took three tens and sniffed a thirty, I'm like, who the fuck is this bitch
Dick all in her tummy, somehow she yellin' my government

Flashin' lights all in the city, but can't get caught in this shit
Now a days yo get hated on, I ain't even get on TV yet, y'all niggas bogus
Back then, hoes ain't want me, word to Mike Jones
Now they blowin' up my line, actin' like we the closest

Lotta niggas try to treat me like they lil' bro
When they see gang, they try to fit in, cause they know a relative
Lotta niggas claimin' trends with overstolen flows
Faking it like they big dog, everyone they better than

Lately we been runnin' shit, niggas lately stat cappin
Ain't do numbers, off that shit, niggas actin' like they him
When anybody can be that shit, takin' shots of Amsterdam
This shit nasty than a bitch, shooter like pac above the rim

Get this spazzing in this bitch, need me a refreshment of the clear water
On the balcony, flexin' with somebody's daughter
She get there roarin' at me like a hellcat or charger
Fix ur pH bitch, drink some alkaline water

They wonderin', they questionin' on how a youngin' do this
They take the style, they bite it hard, but they ain't never true to this
I told the bitch to get back, you don't know me like that ludicrous
We don't know why you wife that, she stamped in the hood she true to this

They wonderin', they questionin' on how a youngin' do this shit
They wondering they question, on how a youngin' do this shit
They take the style, they bite it hard, but they ain't never true to this
I told the bitch to get back, you don't know me, like that ludicrous

We Don't know why you wifed that, she stamped in the hood, she true to this
We see them flashin' lights, we do the race cant crash out in this bitch
She took three tens and sniffed a thirty, I'm like, who the fuck is this bitch
Dick all in her tummy, somehow she yellin' my government

Flashin' lights all in the city, but can't get caught in this shit
Flashin' lights, flashin' lights Flashin' lights, flashin' lights

Written by:
Damani Means

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