True

Lit, no cig

Clean Sprite mixed with no lean

We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it

Clean Sprite, put some lean in it

Rockstars, got some G's in it

Real killas, they don't leave witness

Tax season, boy, your car rented

Bitch you boostin', you got no business

Call my shooters, they got no limits

I'm just rockin' in my True Religions

Got a Glock with a beam

Bada boom, bada bing

Ops not on a thing

(Let's get it!)

We need some real big rings

Netflix and chill let's watch some Narcos

And my cup the color Harpo

Got fifty in these cargos

Used to sit and watch my car doors

Valet ask me how to park those

I'm scannin' niggas like a barcode

Fake designer, that's a no-no

We rockin' rollies fuck a Jo-Jo

We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it

Clean Sprite, put some lean in it

Rockstars, got some G's in it

Real killas, they don't leave witness

Tax season, boy, your car rented

Bitch you boostin', you got no business

Call my shooters, they got no limits

I'm just rockin' in my True Religions

Money got me Bowflexin'

Balmain, no Paris

Pussy 'bout to get the message

Before I have my youngins stressin'

I told 'em I'm a turn up on em

Killed his ass, we run up on 'em

We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em

His tweets said he keep 'em on him

I'm just coolin' as a rapper

My niggas know that I be trappin'

To the streets I'm so adapted

Fuck the state, they took my Rapid

We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it

Clean Sprite, put some lean in it

Rockstars, got some G's in it

Real killas, they don't leave witness

Tax season, boy, your car rented

Bitch you boostin', you got no business

Call my shooters, they got no limits

I'm just rockin' in my True Religions