The Real Truth

[Intro: LR, Rellz & MLoose] Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy Tell em suttin' Come on man, you know what it fucking is man Ghosty Free Stewie, come on Ghosty Free the gang, RellMoney, free Joobz Soon home, I can tell Come on man, free the fucking mandem, 100 times Shots get beat like Malika They got one pop, no nine millimetre We don't ching no innocent kids Back to the bando, gotta dice this Lizz I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these— Kayman, this mix is clean, bro [Chorus: MLoose] Shots get beat like Malika They got a one pop, no nine millimetre (Bow) I was banged up on the wing playing FIFA The opps wetting guys who delivering pizza I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these shots like a keeper He gives verbal, he's a non-stop speaker I guess that I should've put my Rambo deeper (Ching) Shots get beat like Malika They got one pop, no nine millimetre (Bow) I was banged up on the wing playing FIFA The opps wetting guys who delivering pizza I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these shots like a keeper He gives verbal, he's a non-stop speaker I guess that I should've put my Rambo deeper (Ching) [Verse 1: LR] The 9 boys are getting me pissed (Real talk) Finna just fill it to the brim (Bow) On the 2's where he got trimmed Asking TM how he allowed that shit (How?) Bare Snapchats and their wildest fibs On the opp block tryna skrr and skid (Skrrt) We don't ching no innocent kids (No, we don't) Back to the bando, we gotta dice this Lizz Three for twenty, two for a nift I ain't giving out no one day tick (No way) Do it like Jigga, aim and click (Bow) In the coffin where your bredrin is (He is) I'm beefin' a lot of kids Talk on JRose, get you head back wigged (Bow) In the station, no comment, you pricks (No comment) This is the life I live Shotty too long so we shorten it (Real talk) In the bando tryna make this flip Double tap waps and let that rip (Bow) My lightie asking me if I'm lidge Camz in the trap, still pattern up bits Dial up bro, like give me a lick I'm hungry and the cats dem kit (I'm hungry and the cats dem kit) [Chorus: MLoose] Shots get beat like Malika They got one pop, no nine millimetre (Bow) I was banged up on the wing playing FIFA The opps wetting guys who delivering pizza I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these shots like a keeper He gives verbal, he's a non-stop speaker I guess that I should've put my Rambo deeper (Ching) Shots get beat like Malika They got one pop, no nine millimetre (Bow) I was banged up on the wing playing FIFA The opps wetting guys who delivering pizza I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these shots like a keeper He gives verbal, he's a non-stop speaker I guess that I should've put my Rambo deeper (Ching) [Bridge: MLoose] Done left everyone shocked The day four got done in a ride The opps don't affect my guys They just tell lies, they got friends in the sky [Verse 2: MLoose] Gotta shoutout Uncs, 'cah how many times gang rid to the 9? (900 times) That boy got splashed in his head Wet, you would've thought he was getting baptised I could swear that yute was a Mali So why's he screaming out "Jesus Christ"? (Why?) And they claim that they jump in the ride They jump in the booth and their shanks are dry Like, how you do that? They give talk on the 'Gram and the Snap' But I'm really out here tryna find where they at How many of your friends turned pack? (Dead) [Verse 3: LR] We got unlimited packs (Yeah, we do) Lampz, Mello, K1, Chop They've all been put in my dank (Real talk) E1 never repped his gang, when he got caught How do I beef these man? (How?) Talking 'bout slapping off corn, it's blanks In the station when their mash don't bang With Trilla, we just creep and splash On the other side, no, we don't take cabs (No we don't) Jump out rides with fuck off shanks Swing and ching, do it like MadMax (Swing it) Or he might lean out the ride with a dots (Bow) Slap that yute, put a yute 'pon top Edmonton Road where he got dropped (Yeah he did) Try run off but he tripped and dropped (Where you going?) In four doors, bro's letting it pop [Chorus: MLoose] Shots get beat like Malika They got one pop, no nine millimetre (Bow) I was banged up on the wing playing FIFA The opps wetting guys who delivering pizza I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these shots like a keeper He gives verbal, he's a non-stop speaker I guess that I should've put my Rambo deeper (Ching) Shots get beat like Malika They got one pop, no nine millimetre I was banged up on the wing playing FIFA The opps wetting guys who delivering pizza (Ghosty) I suggest for you to not lack You might not save these shots like a keeper He gives verbal, he's a non-stop speaker I guess that I should've put my Rambo deeper (Ching)