Lyrics

[Intro] (HD Beats) [Verse] Yo, this is "True Stories 2", none of my shit's lies This mash ain't a small one, it's holding big 9s Big waps, pretty girls with big backs Corn flies any time I dispatch Yo, I couldn't snitch on my opps, no way I'm in the ride praying that I make it home safe Send him on the M-way, stash spot full of **** Driving 'round the block, moving so flames If they grab me with this burner, it's over, G I know my pagans are dying to put holes in me That's why the Glock 9 holds loads of sweets If you get hit with this one, you'll go to sleep Yo, I can't lack, I've come too far to turn back Told bro, "Drive, I'll hang out the back", bah, bah Anyone I see, I'll lean out and shoot No lying in the booth, this is "True Stories 2" I hit you with the first, now this the second tape I hit him with the first, the second nearly took his breath away The handle on that twelve-gauge was wrapped up in tape I was sliding back to back when he got slapped in his face Tried to get his little bro, but he 'round the next way Booter's really known for shooting up the pagan estates The opps went to bros and tried do a quick home visit Next day, I dropped out and had two poles clicking [Chorus] This is "True Stories 2", why the fuck would I cap for? Three bootings, the feds boomed off my back door Opps wanna kill me, so I'm rolling with this fat four Summertime, I slapped off the dotty till my hands sore This is "True Stories 2", why the fuck would I cap for? Three bootings, the feds boomed off my back door Opps wanna kill me, so I'm rolling with this fat four Summertime, I slapped off the dotty till my hands sore