TrueReligion

[Intro: L5]
Hot nigga
L5
I can't never switch on, huh
Fucked her with that nigga, huh
Man, you know I'm rockin'—

[Chorus: L5]
I can't never switch on gang, fucked her with that nigga Phew
And, bitch, I can't switch my religion, in the booth, I'm rockin' Trues
Wanna play like he got dropped, boy, when you slide, hang out the roof
7.62 sling out the Drac', you get caught, your ass through
It's me and Ben verse all these niggas, swear to God I don't give no fuck
Yeah, it get cold and I got racks, so, nigga, you know I had to cuff
You dumb as fuck for payin' for drops, you not gon' spin, boy, try your luck
I'm so glad I'm seein' racks, 'cause shit was startin' to get rough

[Verse 1: L5]
Shit was startin' to get wicked
Spin an opp drop so many fuckin' times, them niggas dizzy
You bought a box and threw that bitch up on your Glock, so how you missin'?
All these bitches in my ear, yeah, they mad 'cause I'm ain't trickin'
All these niggas on my dick, get the fuck up off my body
Lil' bitch been suckin' dick, free ho top me in the lobby
Niggas talkin' 'bout a deal, give no fuck, I'm still poppin'
And I'm slidin' on this bitch, I rock out like A-Rocky
Nigga switched on his kind, oh, that pussy not real
And we smokin' on Lil, huh, niggas know who caught that kill
Bitch, I pop out with Lil Deko, he can't wait to pop the seal
Free J5, ayy, fuck that boy, down the road, his ass a meal
Bad-ass like Michael Jackson, big bro got racks, but still trappin'
Doo-doo-doo when I'm off Addy, his mouth gone, that switch be clappin'
Nigga got me in my mood
Nigga came still AF, I step, I might pop out Givenchy shoes
Swear you got that lil' ho in a blitz, she sent our brother nudes
Pussy boy, I'm never lyin', creep out the cut, yeah, bitch, you dyin'
He diss Lil Hot, his ass flyin'

[Chorus: L5]
I can't never switch on gang, fucked her with that nigga Phew
And, bitch, I can't switch my religion, in the booth, I'm rockin' Trues
Wanna play like he got dropped, boy, when you slide, hang out the roof
7.62 sling out the Drac', you get caught, your ass through
It's me and Ben verse all these niggas, swear to God I don't give no fuck
Yeah, it get cold and I got racks, so, nigga, you know I had to cuff
You dumb as fuck for payin' for drops, you not gon' spin, boy, try your luck
I'm so glad I'm seein' racks, 'cause shit was startin' to get rough

[Verse 2: Lil Rae]
Shit was startin' to get real, shit was startin' to get a lil' tragic
We was lit before the deal, these niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, let 'em have it
Fuck nigga makin' a diss while I'm out the roof 'cause these beat motherfuckers be clappin'
I'm on whatever he on, don't play with Kente, I'm screamin', "What the fuck is a tragic?"
I got racks inside my pocket glitchin' and I'm laid up with a baddy
Heard them racks he postin' counterfeit, I guess lil' buddy ain't havin'
Smoke chaser, yeah, that's me
You better put you a box on the back of that Glock, gotta have you a switch with me
Got thirty shots, goddamn, plus thirty shots, bitch, I'm with Baby 3
I hit the bitch, then say she gotta go, lil' ho can't stay with me
Lil' ho can't spend the night, he outta line, let's get him right
Glock 23 with the glow sights
Me and Lil Ky poured a four in our Sprites, on God

[Chorus: L5]
I can't never switch on gang, fucked her with that nigga Phew
And, bitch, I can't switch my religion, in the booth, I'm rockin' Trues
Wanna play like he got dropped, boy, when you slide, hang out the roof
7.62 sling out the Drac', you get caught, your ass through
It's me and Ben verse all these niggas, swear to God I don't give no fuck
Yeah, it get cold and I got racks, so, nigga, you know I had to cuff
You dumb as fuck for payin' for drops, you not gon' spin, boy, try your luck
I'm so glad I'm seein' racks, 'cause shit was startin' to get rough