Do-Man and Tre Five - TO BE HONEST

To accept this call, press zero Now, to decline this call, hang up
Cuzzo, what it do
Like, that's just real shit, like
Y'all doin' shit, That niggas was runnin' wit in the streets ain't doin' bra
That's what I be tellin' you, thats the shit that make a nigga mad, bro
To be honest, I don't like talking about them bitches in my songs
To be honest, I like drugs, drugs, do it all alone
To be honest, I like
To be honest, I like drugs, drugs
To be honest, I don't like talking about these bitches in my songs
To be honest, I like drugs, drugs, do it all alone
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
To be honest, nigga
That nigga don't need no Percocet, shit, gone and get em' hit
This fifty out this, Glizzy, gone get your fix
I know Ball playing nigga's cuffing bitches, know she eating dick
Uh-uh, know she eating dick, like..
Head down, swallow the pill, don't care how you feel
Trenches, I seen niggas relapse off drugs, I know that shit be real
Killas, I know niggas on a bond, they come and get the bill
Gang ties, throw it up for the kite, you know it's free to real
Fed time, what they give that nigga off them numbers
Bedtime, how they claim they put that nigga under
Murder, what them niggas screaming bout that money
The bitch gon' be the bitch, but I'ma fuck them hoes forever
The trenches gone be the trenches, but I'ma love the streets forever
You steady scream out yo block, but they don't claim yo ass for nothing
Gump hoes, fucking out of town, still a bucket
Birdbath in the sink, after the club, like she ain't touch it
Birdbath in the sink, take her home, she embarrassing
I like my red bones, way she moan that make me arrogant
I put that lead on, any nigga that think I'm scared of him
My nigga don't need no Percocet or molly for the hit
He legit, Equipment, equipped
Swap Gen five for six, when I was six
Outside rapping bout the bitches I'ma hit, and I don't miss
Credit Bureau glitch, credit union sick
Third time I done hit em, had a dream they made me rich
He be honest when he rapping bout the bitches on his songs
To be honest, he was locked up, how that nigga home
To be honest with you, better save you some money, nigga
I'm real as it get, told you that my..
Nigga don't need no Percocet, shit gone and get him hit
It's fifty out that, Glizzy, gone and get your fix
I know Ball playing niggas cuffing bitches, know she eating dick
Uh-uh, know you eatin' dick, like..
Head down, swallow this pill, don't care how you feel
Trenches, I seen niggas relapse off drugs, I know that shit be real
Killas, I know niggas on the bond, they come and get the bill
Gang ties, throw it up for the kite, you know it's free to real
It's free to real, it's free to real
Uh-uh, uh-uh,

Written by:
JEREMY SCOTT, SEAN WINKEY

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