Ain’t True

[Intro]
Hold up
Yeah
This is young Flamma
Mhm
Wait

[Verse]
That shit on me
Go head ask me what it do
I’m a power drill
These pussy look like screws

Boy please tell me who I am
Ask the same to you
Fuck they talkin’ ‘bout?
Know they ain’t really true

You ain’t never drank no spit
Get out my midst
Known to get insane with it
Don’t get you hit

I’m a fuckin’ quarter to y’all pennies
But I ain’t friendly
It can get messy
If you test me

Big choppa' in that bitch
He stay wit' me
Boy please watch your bitch
She tryna stay with me

I stay deep in the cut
Pour me up
A cup
Of syrup
I’m a demon
And all these fufu
Be is cherubs

Bitch I’m ballin’ in my Type Ones
My opps is fat, they all got type one
Bite my bitch ear, like Mike Tyson
Y’alls is cows, bitch I’m a Bison

Walk down on your best man
Take his life from him
He still lost it
But he had to fight for it

Left him leakin’
Got his set up and that gray
Had to keep my shooter from the body
He was tryna fornicate

Ain’t teasin’ you can get stabbed
Or shot in broad day
I keep them psychos ‘round me
Don’t step on him in the wrong way