Tre16oz - The Truth

Give me six feet,
A Covid Test to calm my nerves
Went from spoiling hoes
To giving em b tches what they deserve
Had to cut her off
That b tch was way too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your head on that pillow at night
Know I gave it all that I had
Ima Uptown Roamer
School a b tch wit no diploma
Zaza my aroma
We rock Zara on the corner
Moe don't take this personal
Cause this just my persona
I'm the truth like Paul Pierce
My b tch gotta be Sojourner
Oh you acting up
It's time to teach your ass a lesson
Come up out that top
Come here and jiggle out them leggings
Oh you listen, in that kitchen
What's your CashApp, Ima bless it
That p ssy Ima stretch it
It ain't mine then I ain't stressing
I'm a wild n gga, Nappy dreads
I don't do crappy head
Here baby girl grab these oils
Come rub my back instead
You really wanna make me happy
Bring me a stack to bed
Give all of my hoes allowance
Not near one of 'em beg
Just Don't play wit me
I ain't Milton Bradley
I stop f cking wit b tches
Who try to start up families
Take you to Pound Town
No Me and U, Cause you ain't Cassie
You gonnna make me Offset,
You know I miss my granny
Had to cut her off
That b tch was way too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your head on that pillow at night
Know I gave it all that I had
Ima Uptown Roamer
School a b tch wit no diploma
Zaza my aroma
We rock Zara on the corner
Moe don't take this personal
Cause this just my persona
I'm the truth like Paul Pierce
My b tch gotta be Sojourner
Motherf ckers trying to feel me out
Like I'm brail or something
They want me to fold
Like I'm inmate mail or something
These n ggas steady b tchin
And these b tches steady bluffing
I can't f ck wit hoes
Who act like you can't tell em nothing
Moe I come across a City Girl
And show her ass the block
F ck no I can't lay up
Silly b tch I'm on the clock
Pin, Pad, Combination
Moe I got this sh t on lock
Off the Henny and the Honey
It's on sight like she a opp
Saved her in my phone as Hot N Juicy
Crack her legs without the butter
Wear it out, save it for later
Now it's under Tupper
She trying to be undercover
Like we ain't f ckin on them covers
Community P ssy
She was more childish than Donald Glover
Had to cut her off
That b tch was way too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your head on that pillow at night
Know I gave it all that I had
Ima Uptown Roamer
School a b tch wit no diploma
Zaza my aroma
We rock Zara on the corner
Moe don't take this personal
Cause this just my persona
I'm the truth like Paul Pierce
My b tch gotta be Sojourner
Ima wild n gga, Nappy dreads
I don't do crappy head
Moe I come across a City Girl
And show her ass the block
Ima wild n gga, Nappy dreads
I don't do crappy head
Moe I come across a City Girl
And show her ass the block
F ck no I can't lay up
Silly b tch I'm on the clock
Uncle Pound

Written by:
Tré Lonte

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