True Dat

[Pre-Hook]
You heard about the bitches I fucked?
That’s true
You heard about me gettin' the bucks?
That too
What about me not given a fuck?
Cause I just stole your bitch
Now she's lickin my nuts
Jack move!
True dat, True dat homie (x4)

[Hook]
From the South Side of Chi Town
All the way to the East Side of Long Beach
I said this is my town
So come get a drink cause it's on me
Catch me in the Rose City
With your bitch posted up by my side
I ain't a trick or a sucker I'm a bad motherfucker
And I'm still going out of my mind
True dat

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I guess I grew up with a silver spoon
My whole life's 'Zohan', it's been silky smooth
So maybe that's why I wanna kill the mood
And butt-fuck Betty White for a million views
I'll treat her just like a pony and ride her *10 views*
Then do some shrooms while i bone her vagina *10 views*
And when I finish up unloading inside her
I'll be screaming out 'GREAT!' like I'm Tony the Tiger
When I spray spit, mics may rip right in two
'Til y'all fake bitches can’t say shit like a mute
Take this K-fed, I make bread like a jew, and can even stay fed, and quit, like I’m you
Oh shit, don't make me spray lead at ya crew
Play dead, or I’ll leave ya face red, white, and blue
Like the flag is, just for practice
So run along, dog, or you might get ya ass kicked
And now I got cream on my joy stick
And beaver from Beiber for remixing 'Boyfriend'
But your tape? Shit. Only two girls enjoyed it
Cause when it dropped, they got splashed by the toilet
These thirsty ass hoes, God help us
When they bought your tape, I think the cup got jealous
Talk about shitty, um... thats jokes
Man you can ask anyone, dog, thats gross
Let me tell you what it's like to live in my city
Just trying to stay me while these pretty lights hit me
All these cats try to change if they don't see the fame
Then they 'X' out their name and just switch it like Diddy
All these bitches saying ‘Mickey, ride wit me’
I'm like 'Alright, we can kick it like jet li'
She say she'll smash that if I rock a snap back
But I tell her 'Bitch, I'm stickin wit this 59-50'
Ride with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You might get scared when I show up to spit
With my white boy glare while I'm loading a clip
Sporting bright red hair like I don't give a shit
That's why your wife just stares when I pull out my dick
I might shit talk, diss yall, and get called whack
But If I get shot, I’m still bringing hip hop back
I might cripwalk, yeah
But I ain’t in a gang
Just getting rich off rap
And I’m makin it rain
See, I spit raw hash like the weed in ya chest
But I'm the ziplock bag, bitch, I'm keepin it fresh
Yeah, I'm paper smooth, I just post up with these two Glocks
Make a move, and I'll roll up like some tube socks
But true talk, there's a price saying 'no gimmics'
Shit, I ain't Obie Trice, this is show business
So I'mma add a lil' spice for these broke bitches
And grope midgets on a bike wearing no britches
But you'll never see a G go and act dumb
That's why I'm strapped, son...with a cap gun
I'll hit a lick like my dick’s too soft
Then treat your ass like a switch and just flip you off
So you can move if ya wanna, if ya wanna, if ya wanna
But I’ll prove that your crews 'bout as cool as a sauna
This ain't a feud, it's a slaughter, and there's food in the water
I'm the dude you confuse with a school of pirahnnas
You're a D rider, you ain't no mack, dog
See I'm a street fighter, like, "K.O."...Balrog
I ain't C. Viper, but I may go smack y'all
I couldn't BE tighter like gay ho's vag walls
You're a weak writer, a lame-o, that's all
An emcee biter, a Jay Hov rap song
You're like a cheap lighter, your flame won’t last long
You can’t see me like I got the Halo mask on
You're just something for me to blast on

[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]