Tell The Truth Lyrics
Vito Lays
1: Vito Lays
Imma tell my son don\’t be acting like no killa cause these niggas play for keeps
Jump of the porch and in these streets you can\’t be scared to scrape your knee
It\’s in my blood like I got gangsta shit hooked up to a IV
In the trap that\’s where you trap don\’t serve no nigga where you sleep
Get a strap take that bitch everywhere you go like yo ID
some shit won\’t even claim it opps don\’t even know it\’s me
All that talkin\’ bout a murder man you niggas killin\’ me
But it cost to be a boss you niggas cheap and prison\’s free
I might fuck around and tell my ex bitch to throw that ass back
She blocked me on her phone I had to hit her on her Cashapp
You ain\’t never poppin\’ shit why call yourself a shooter
We get you outta here with code words man call that boy an Uber
: Vito Lays
Aye I fired up my loud in the club and the speakers blew
Hoes sit you on the side line like a bleacher do
Plug popped up with a bag like it\’s peek-a-boo
Numbers so low it\’ll shock you bitch I\’m Pikachu
My nigga still playin\’ with them cards like he Yu-Gi-Oh
He just slid a Rollie and a Cuban out the jewelry store
We be getting money nigga I don\’t know what you be on
I\’m on gangsta shit bitch fuck what you be on
2: Vito Lays
I ain\’t scared of none of these rappers I know these pussy niggas soft
They ain\’t really jump off the porch we had to push these niggas off
I ain\’t never duckin\’ smoke bitch I feel like a exhaust
If they get you in that room you bet not tell em\’ what you saw
I might hop out, with a tray eight, it don\’t drop no shells
Walk up close and get face to face, this ain\’t gone go well
Feds on my coat tails we slappin\’ out them hotels
You in the trap don\’t weigh yo weed on that, bitch that\’s a dope scale
I don\’t care if I ain\’t entertaining I\’m tryna to get money
I\’m from Detroit we don\’t compliment strangers they call that dick suckin\’
Not the place that you wanna be if it ain\’t no blick on you
But still the best place you can be if you got some bricks on you
: Vito Lays
Aye I fired up my loud in the club and the speakers blew
Hoes sit you on the side line like a bleacher do
Plug popped up with a bag like it\’s peek-a-boo
Numbers so low it\’ll shock you bitch I\’m Pikachu
My nigga still playin\’ with them cards like he Yu-Gi-Oh
He just slid a Rollie and a Cuban out the jewelry store
We be getting money nigga I don\’t know what you be on
I\’m on gangsta shit bitch fuck what you be on