True Religion Fein

[Intro] Young Chop on the beat Bandkamp (Trueee, True, True) (Trueee, True, True) (Trueee, True, True) (True, aha) [Chorus: Chief Keef] I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I got on True Religion jeans (yeah, bang-bang) Trick, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang) Suck my True Religion jeans (bang-bang) I've been ballin', bitch, I'm Michael (bang-bang) Big green, call me Geico (bang-bang) Click clack, let him walk like Michael (bang-bang) .40s with them bullet, where you life go? (bang-bang) True Religion everything (bang-bang) Or maybe some Robin jeans (bang-bang) I got a True Religion bitch (bang-bang) She do this True Religion shit (bang-bang) [Chorus: Chief Keef] I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) [Verse 2: Yale Lucciani] True Religion fein Iced up with the team Light it up with lean Smoke until I dream Shit ain't what it seems You might need some glasses And my niggas restless This shit might get tragic True Religion fein 3 hunnit for pants You don't have a chance Bitch I shop in France Money make her dance Then she fuck my mans Cop the work and bag it Break bread with the clan GBE, big bidness We don't want no witness Move it like its fitness My True section ridiculous Bitch I got that bag Bitch I stay in Trues 2 hunna on shoes My lil niggas rule [Chorus: Chief Keef] I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang) Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang) I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)