Ya know how we comin
You know we get money
Know we get money
Im from atlanta dis aint h town
But Im pourin dat drank
Say da yungin trippin
I a pour it out the pint
Diamonds aquafina
You got yours out the sank
Call up slime he play wit glizzy
Dont do chores wat you think
Yeah yo
Bet that drizzy make you boys harlem shake
Heard you nigga monkey
Wat make you boys think you apes
Gettin money since a yungin
My favorite toy was a safe
Stack dat money to the ceilin
Then go blow it in they face
Lord knows im really gunnin
Cuz im from the projects
Momma said im gettin money
But she still aint proud yet
I think i lost all of my feelins
Found out unk allowed that
Might pull up on big bro foe peaz
Jus to blow the loud pack
Only smoke and flip loud bags
I know fiyah wit me know he ridin wit me
I know Prynce go crazy got like 9 glizzys
Wishin baby snake could come get high wit me
Po Dot countin down his days
He got like 5 digits
My bro had to see the judge today
He got caught wit the burner yesterday
I put my head down and pray
And get him out that situation
I know niggas plottin niggas hatin
Hook still waitin in the raid van
Screamin f*ck 12 f*ck investigations
This shit real all these pussy niggas fakin
Nothin less than the pack
Me and smack on the 8 on the east
Whole lotta crud smoke in the way
Baby saw me and she aint know wat to say
She in love wit henny i put her on dusse
Got that facetime from jay
And it f*cked up my day
My nigga mone was on the way
From being let off them papes
I told lil bro to go downtown
I aint mean it that way
You know the hook be on the prowl
They wanna take us away
They envy me like imma prodigy
Smokin icecream got me on a space odyssey
They talkin smoke they gotta problem
We gon solve it then
The chopstick a hunnit rounds
Will have a talk wit them
We bop shit grab dat drizzy
Air yo shit out
Quick to put a pussy in a package
Mail yo shit out
He pull that fire say he solid
Say he dyin bout it
You its death before dishonor
We abide by it
He testified on his homies
69 bodies
Did the crime and heard the time
You know he cryin bout it
We goin there
It never been fair
They took my brother up out of here
My heart aint filled wit alot of cheer
Yeah they neva loved us on the higher power
Free mone and jayb alotta fire power
True Story (feat. Moe Smack) Video (MV)
Performed By: Big Foe Peaz
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: ADAM FICEK, DAVID RABJOHNS, Lester Jones, PAUL HARRISON, WILLIAM ANDERSON
Big Foe Peaz - True Story (feat. Moe Smack) Lyrics
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Ya know how we comin
You know we get money
Know we get money
Im from atlanta dis aint h town
But Im pourin dat drank
Say da yungin trippin
I a pour it out the pint
Diamonds aquafina
You got yours out the sank
Call up slime he play wit glizzy
Dont do chores wat you think
Yeah yo
Bet that drizzy make you boys harlem shake
Heard you nigga monkey
Wat make you boys think you apes
Gettin money since a yungin
My favorite toy was a safe
Stack dat money to the ceilin
Then go blow it in they face
Lord knows im really gunnin
Cuz im from the projects
Momma said im gettin money
But she still aint proud yet
I think i lost all of my feelins
Found out unk allowed that
Might pull up on big bro foe peaz
Jus to blow the loud pack
Only smoke and flip loud bags
I know fiyah wit me know he ridin wit me
I know Prynce go crazy got like 9 glizzys
Wishin baby snake could come get high wit me
Po Dot countin down his days
He got like 5 digits
My bro had to see the judge today
He got caught wit the burner yesterday
I put my head down and pray
And get him out that situation
I know niggas plottin niggas hatin
Hook still waitin in the raid van
Screamin f*ck 12 f*ck investigations
This shit real all these pussy niggas fakin
Nothin less than the pack
Me and smack on the 8 on the east
Whole lotta crud smoke in the way
Baby saw me and she aint know wat to say
She in love wit henny i put her on dusse
Got that facetime from jay
And it f*cked up my day
My nigga mone was on the way
From being let off them papes
I told lil bro to go downtown
I aint mean it that way
You know the hook be on the prowl
They wanna take us away
They envy me like imma prodigy
Smokin icecream got me on a space odyssey
They talkin smoke they gotta problem
We gon solve it then
The chopstick a hunnit rounds
Will have a talk wit them
We bop shit grab dat drizzy
Air yo shit out
Quick to put a pussy in a package
Mail yo shit out
He pull that fire say he solid
Say he dyin bout it
You its death before dishonor
We abide by it
He testified on his homies
69 bodies
Did the crime and heard the time
You know he cryin bout it
We goin there
It never been fair
They took my brother up out of here
My heart aint filled wit alot of cheer
Yeah they neva loved us on the higher power
Free mone and jayb alotta fire power
You know we get money
Know we get money
Im from atlanta dis aint h town
But Im pourin dat drank
Say da yungin trippin
I a pour it out the pint
Diamonds aquafina
You got yours out the sank
Call up slime he play wit glizzy
Dont do chores wat you think
Yeah yo
Bet that drizzy make you boys harlem shake
Heard you nigga monkey
Wat make you boys think you apes
Gettin money since a yungin
My favorite toy was a safe
Stack dat money to the ceilin
Then go blow it in they face
Lord knows im really gunnin
Cuz im from the projects
Momma said im gettin money
But she still aint proud yet
I think i lost all of my feelins
Found out unk allowed that
Might pull up on big bro foe peaz
Jus to blow the loud pack
Only smoke and flip loud bags
I know fiyah wit me know he ridin wit me
I know Prynce go crazy got like 9 glizzys
Wishin baby snake could come get high wit me
Po Dot countin down his days
He got like 5 digits
My bro had to see the judge today
He got caught wit the burner yesterday
I put my head down and pray
And get him out that situation
I know niggas plottin niggas hatin
Hook still waitin in the raid van
Screamin f*ck 12 f*ck investigations
This shit real all these pussy niggas fakin
Nothin less than the pack
Me and smack on the 8 on the east
Whole lotta crud smoke in the way
Baby saw me and she aint know wat to say
She in love wit henny i put her on dusse
Got that facetime from jay
And it f*cked up my day
My nigga mone was on the way
From being let off them papes
I told lil bro to go downtown
I aint mean it that way
You know the hook be on the prowl
They wanna take us away
They envy me like imma prodigy
Smokin icecream got me on a space odyssey
They talkin smoke they gotta problem
We gon solve it then
The chopstick a hunnit rounds
Will have a talk wit them
We bop shit grab dat drizzy
Air yo shit out
Quick to put a pussy in a package
Mail yo shit out
He pull that fire say he solid
Say he dyin bout it
You its death before dishonor
We abide by it
He testified on his homies
69 bodies
Did the crime and heard the time
You know he cryin bout it
We goin there
It never been fair
They took my brother up out of here
My heart aint filled wit alot of cheer
Yeah they neva loved us on the higher power
Free mone and jayb alotta fire power
Writer: ADAM FICEK, DAVID RABJOHNS, Lester Jones, PAUL HARRISON, WILLIAM ANDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © FELT MEDIA LTD, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © FELT MEDIA LTD, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid