True Story (Pinocchio Diss Track)

[Intro]
Oh you think you're the real Pinocchio?
That's a fucking lie dude
Here's a true story

[Verse 1]
Ay, look
I'm sick and tired of these bitches thinking they the ones
My body's made of paper, you know I got the funds (yuh)
You got nothing, boy, I'll smoke you like a chimney
For you it's crickets, and I ain't talking Jiminy (ay)

[Verse 2]
I'm pushing P as in Pinocchio (uh)
There's a line for my ride out in Tokyo
You living in the backwoods but you know we smoking those
If you had a parachute, bitch, I would be poking holes (yuh)

[Verse 3]
Knock on wood, bitch, you know the sound (what?)
I'm a baby wooden boy but I'm not kidding (aha)
I got no strings to hold me down (yuh)
Get Bella on my face, imma start fibbing (sheee, thank you, daddy!)

[Interlude]
You know, when I was stuck in the belly of that sperm whalе
I was like: "hold up, hold up"
"This isn't a sperm whale, it's your mom!"

[Verse 4]
Skidee skidee skideez nuts mothеrfucker (yee)
There's only room for one, you must die, John Tucker
I say you need to calm down just like Taylor Swift would
I'm a Trojan horse, bitch, you're just some driftwood (yuh)

[Verse 5]
You think I'm done
Bitch, I'm going round two
I'm bound to pound you under the ground dude
Sound cool? Not to you but everyone around you
Call you waterlogged 'cause I just fucked around and drowned you (ay)

[Verse 6]
Let me ask you equestrian (*horse neighs*, ay)
You're holding all these L's, bro, you're probably sore (huh)
I want all the drama, just call me a thespian
But why the fuck you got the voice of Pauly Shore (bitchass)

[Verse 7]
Imma spray you like that cat
You ain't never coming back
Getting splinters while you're sucking on my wooden ball-sack
You an acrobat? Good, cuz you about to get jumped
Why you thought you had a shot? I'm stumped