True Story Bro by Lil Hardy Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah (Dee B got that heat)
The crazy thing with a lot of this, like
Niggas ain't really had shit, like, we, we really was takin' shit
(Slime, let's go)
[Verse 1]
[?] on a bar now we up now
Ain't talkin' no money, I don't really give a fuck now
Which one is you workin'? I'll get your ass shut down
Your bitch wanna dance on me, it's a touchdown
How many niggas I lost to this shit?
How many niggas gon' hate on this shit?
How many niggas think Hardy a ho and a bitch?
To be honest, they know I'm the shit, yeah
Real trap nigga, I'm going legit
Call up Lil Trip, he love shootin' this shit
Dark in the night, I had nowhere to go
So walk in the Bent', I'm like, "Who in this bitch?"
This ho said it, I don't really know
If you drippin', come by and get shoot out your clothes
I'ma act like you hard, I'ma put on a show
Hardy don't play no threats, boy, I'm taking her soul
These niggas ain't real, they too fake
Bite down on a Xan', call it tooth-ache
Man, this shit just way too easy
Might fuck around do my albums in two takes
Bust down your thot like Blueface
Damn, how the hell I fell in love with a blue face
Nigga, Lil Hardy the real-life Two Face
Gettin' lil' bitches, ain't shit to changed
Yeah, Hardy pull up with the chops
I jump in the bitch, pussy like a moshpit
I wanna fuck, she like, "Boy, stop it"
Can't beef with me like, "Bro, drop it"
Runnin' from 12, fences and we hopped it
Ice in the malt, nigga, you cocky
Oh, you got a gun? Let me just pop it
Fuck a ho real good, you can't top it
Yeah, it's time to switch up the topic
I smokin' a Juul flavor, it's tropic
I'm shittin' on niggas, somebody come mop it
These niggas my sons, lil' bro, you're adopted (Let's go)
[Break]
Hell nah, slime is done
I'm the slimiest slime in this bitch
[Verse 2]
Back on the beat like I don't get tired
Niggas like, "Hardy, you got me inspired"
My shooter miss, then goodbye, you're fired
And I'm stillin' scammin' like serious inquire
Shot two-face, he must got on the wire
We know you a snitch, used to sing with the choir
Told her I love her, she called me a liar
Yeah, right now, but I used to ride prior
[Outro]
Dee B got that heat
Okay, okay, okay, for real
Y'all niggas are not ready for what I just said
Like, it gotta be like at least
These motherfuckin' bars in this ho
I might even drop this song, if I did then, shit, huh
Yeah (Dee B got that heat)
The crazy thing with a lot of this, like
Niggas ain't really had shit, like, we, we really was takin' shit
(Slime, let's go)
[Verse 1]
[?] on a bar now we up now
Ain't talkin' no money, I don't really give a fuck now
Which one is you workin'? I'll get your ass shut down
Your bitch wanna dance on me, it's a touchdown
How many niggas I lost to this shit?
How many niggas gon' hate on this shit?
How many niggas think Hardy a ho and a bitch?
To be honest, they know I'm the shit, yeah
Real trap nigga, I'm going legit
Call up Lil Trip, he love shootin' this shit
Dark in the night, I had nowhere to go
So walk in the Bent', I'm like, "Who in this bitch?"
This ho said it, I don't really know
If you drippin', come by and get shoot out your clothes
I'ma act like you hard, I'ma put on a show
Hardy don't play no threats, boy, I'm taking her soul
These niggas ain't real, they too fake
Bite down on a Xan', call it tooth-ache
Man, this shit just way too easy
Might fuck around do my albums in two takes
Bust down your thot like Blueface
Damn, how the hell I fell in love with a blue face
Nigga, Lil Hardy the real-life Two Face
Gettin' lil' bitches, ain't shit to changed
Yeah, Hardy pull up with the chops
I jump in the bitch, pussy like a moshpit
I wanna fuck, she like, "Boy, stop it"
Can't beef with me like, "Bro, drop it"
Runnin' from 12, fences and we hopped it
Ice in the malt, nigga, you cocky
Oh, you got a gun? Let me just pop it
Fuck a ho real good, you can't top it
Yeah, it's time to switch up the topic
I smokin' a Juul flavor, it's tropic
I'm shittin' on niggas, somebody come mop it
These niggas my sons, lil' bro, you're adopted (Let's go)
[Break]
Hell nah, slime is done
I'm the slimiest slime in this bitch
[Verse 2]
Back on the beat like I don't get tired
Niggas like, "Hardy, you got me inspired"
My shooter miss, then goodbye, you're fired
And I'm stillin' scammin' like serious inquire
Shot two-face, he must got on the wire
We know you a snitch, used to sing with the choir
Told her I love her, she called me a liar
Yeah, right now, but I used to ride prior
[Outro]
Dee B got that heat
Okay, okay, okay, for real
Y'all niggas are not ready for what I just said
Like, it gotta be like at least
These motherfuckin' bars in this ho
I might even drop this song, if I did then, shit, huh