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Truth
Truth to me is exactly what happened
Now how you see it
Now how they see it
It just is what it is
On god
Always say "On god"
That's like our next level of truth
It goes from us just havin' a convo on the street
To divine intervention
And this' my truth
My testament
On god

I don't love my enemies
Or no weapons formed for me
This my truth, my testament
On god, on god
I fight demons sent for me
Bust my lip for a symphony
Test my limits faithfully
On god, on god
Dot my I's, crossing my T's
Hope my pride don't intervene
Just keep that same energy
On god, on god

I done upgraded by beats, war on the streets
All these blood diamonds worn for peace is my [?]
Knew the family all out on a sneak, ain't gotta creek
Got a sniper reach, top tier feet, be obsolete
I'm the complete opposite from popping it
Don't hit your momma creep in silence on some politics
We gon' slap and smack up on your badge like some bumper stickers
We don't need a bunch of niggas
Choppers on us, bunch of [?]
Speakin' all this hot hit, got 'em droppin' like it's summer season
We the topic of conversation, let 'em judge us
I see you niggas tryna feel my shoes, bitch these laces orthopedic
Next extendos on the hammer, we just go to court to beat it, ooh
30 on the wrist plus what's underneath it
Swerve out with them sticks and get some rubber heated
Run all in your shit but I don't really need it
Yeah, we got haters taking shifts but we undefeated, ooh

I don't love my enemies
Or no weapons formed for me
This my truth, my testament
On god, on god
I fight demons sent for me
Bust my lip for a symphony
Test my limits faithfully
On god, on god
Dot my I's, crossing my T's
Hope my pride don't intervene
Just keep that same energy
On god, on god

I'm a blood, I'm a crip
I'm from the Watts Bloods
I'm from the [?] Crips
And you destroying yourself in the name of what?
Tribalism and the 'cause you have become enemies of yourself
You can never deal with the real enemy because you are so divided

[?] Sheriff's investigating a deputy involved in a shooting that left one person dead, a second person in custody, this happened near...
Pretty fingernails, pretty bitches
See pretty fingernails, pretty bitches
Pretty fingernails
A9, A9

Ayy, pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Yeah, pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Pr-Pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
All I see is pretty, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty (Oh)

Uh, my initials on her fingernails
I know she mean well, freaky tales often tells
Pretty face with the different colored gel nails
Let the fan cool 'em off like you LL
Hit the shot, freaky toes, hands tied [?]
Pick a color off of what you wearin' right now
I'm from L.A. but they boot us up to Chi-Town
Uh, from New York to the A, the manicure way
Uh, closed toes but it's still a pedicure day
Uh, feet pretty, keep the pussy same damn way
Uh, bitches talk behind your back, let 'em narrate
(Broke ass bitch)
Shit, ugly bitches love to hate

Ayy, pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Yeah, pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Pr-Pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
All I see is pretty, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty (Oh)

Now that's a pretty bitch if I ever seen one
She tryna pick a nail color, she picked the green one
Should she wear the Chanel bag or her CĂ©line one?
She been lookin' for her man, I'm her dream one, ayy
Pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Give me top-top, pull her piggytails
Keep it on the low, do no kiss and tells
Sniffin' fish scales, sniff it off her pinky nails
Ooh, you know
It's lit, left the club, it's only 2
She text, "Where you at?" So I text her, "Come through"
It's a house party, tell your friends come too
You know, birds of a feather, shit is BBLU
Hollywood Hills, I'm just takin' in the view
You know, chill for a second, then we back to the stu'
Just another night, I'm like, "This is what we do"
It's RJ and young Gerald, I'm like, "Who the fuck are you?"

Ayy, pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Yeah, pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Pr-Pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
All I see is pretty, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty (Oh)

This for all the pretty, pretty bitches
Independent city bitches
Tall, thick, skinny bitches
All the itty, bitty bitches
Hair did, nails did
Act sadity bitches
Steppin' out your car, fix your Cartier lenses
Ayy, a cute bitch ain't shit if she a broke bitch (Nah)
I'm lit, lit, finna hit who I smoke with (Roll up)
I flip script, bipolar, in a new fit
I'm the shit, shit, I'm a mood, I'm a cute pic
Ayy, I put diamonds on my nails, I'ma shine on 'em (Bling)
Watermelon colored nails, summertime on 'em (Bitch)
Main bitch, fuck my nigga like a South woman (Give me that)
Tell them bitches talkin' down, "Bitch, your time comin'," ayy
Bree Carter, bitch, I'm unbothered
Block your baby father and he turn into a stalker
Wink wink, mink lashes with the Cuban links
Poppin' full sets, bad bitch want some good sex, ayy

Ayy, pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Yeah, pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Pretty bitches, pretty fingernails
Pr-Pretty bitches, let me see your pretty fingernails
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Oh, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
All I see is pretty, pretty bitches
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty (Oh)
Let's get to the good part
Up late, need a head start
Ain't no pop fake in my heart
Ain't nobody make it easy for me (Ayy)
We had to change to the Seasons for me
'Cause my ex want some cheese in the mornin'
I'm out the bed, on the feet, and I'm gone and
I'm goin' hard 'til my heart stop
Sift seats with the hard top
I'm pourin' drinks in the courtline
Cheers to good days
Diamonds with the wood grain
On God, on a hood day

I just had to go through things (Ayy)
I done been broke few days (Ayy)
We just wanna pop champagne (Ayy, ayy)
The weekdays gone, hooray

It's never too late on Friday night (Ayy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Could skip my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
To Friday night
I'm geekin', ooh-ooh
I'm geekin' 'cause my weekend's finally here
Ooh, it's Friday night

It's Friday night
Just got paid, 'bout to spent it on diamonds, whoa
20 point, a bust down Rollie
It's two-tone, yeah yeah
Shawty with the shit, oh
No, this is not my first rodeo
42 bottles, take shots, make a toast
Always stay humble 'cause

I done had to go through things
I done been broke few days (Ayy)
Now we just wanna pop champagne , oh
The weekdays gone, hooray

It's never too late on Friday night (Ayy, woo)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Could skip my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
To Friday night
I'm geekin', ooh-ooh
I'm geekin' 'cause my weekend's finally here
Ooh, it's Friday night

Throw it all night, Porche life
Pick a price, make it fortnight
I move right
I'm ready to ride if the mood right
Get ready to dive in the pool, slide
Ayy, that's your clothes in the deep end
We jumpin' off for no reason
Toast to the weekend, they sleepin'
Yeah, we just be geekin'
Valet my car at Venitian
Made it through all of the seasons

But I just had to go through things (Ayy)
I done been broke few days (Ayy)
We just wanna pop champagne (Ayy, ayy)
The weekdays gone, hooray

It's never too late on Friday night (Ayy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Could skip my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
To Friday night
I'm geekin', ooh-ooh
I'm geekin' 'cause my weekend's finally here
Ooh, it's Friday night
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Could skip my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
To Friday night
I'm geekin', ooh-ooh
I'm geekin' 'cause my weekend's finally here
Ooh, it's Friday night

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Could skip my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
To Friday night
I'm geekin', ooh-ooh
I could skip my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
To Friday night
[Chorus]
I don't love these hoes
Don't need these hoes for nothin'
I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
But fuck it though, my gun explode, I'm bussin'
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I don't love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin'

[Verse]
I don't love these hoes, I bleed these hoes
Hunnids like the gun I load, I keep mine on
Mighta had to swing on a hoe on Figaro
Put my bitch on cheetah mode, that feline [?]
Scratch a bitch you can't catch a trick
Million dollar game in my Kapernicks
Only spend [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't trust 'em, never love 'em, no discussion
Let my main bitch buss 'em, I'on never let her fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, never trust 'em, let my main bitch buss 'em
Blue hunnid's, keep 'em coming, Mr. R motherfucker

[Chorus]
I don't love these hoes
Don't need these hoes for nothin'
I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
But fuck it though, my gun explode, I'm bussin'
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
Bitch, I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I don't love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin'

[Verse 2]
Like, I don't need these hoes,, I'm embarrassed
Like menstrual, I'll bleed these bitches, period
Ask me what kinda jeans I'm on, Amiri's
Walk in with my gun exposed, I'm fearless
Clearly, lately feeling like the realest nigga
Choppas with bananas, yeah my killer gorilla
Bitch, I think I'm Frank Lucas, dope dealer, chinchilla
Or I might be [?] bitch, where your antennas?

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't trust 'em, never love 'em, no discussion
Let my main bitch buss 'em, I'on never let her fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, never trust 'em, let my main bitch buss 'em
Blue hunnid's, keep 'em coming, Mr. R motherfucker

[Chorus]
I don't love these hoes
Don't need these hoes for nothin'
I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
But fuck it though, my gun explode, I'm bussin'
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
Bitch, I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid's comin
I don't love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin'
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