True Story Remix by Tugga (Sin Squad) Lyrics
[Intro: SJ]
Simpz
All these drills I done, I can't talk on them
Grip my Shank and aim for you head
And if you don't run little boy, you're dead
[Verse 1: Tugga]
Don't be talking this badness
Insert my blade where you're breathing (Ahhh)
When the shotgun bucked on your block, it was Jigga J that done squeezed it (Baow, baow, baow)
I'll stain up anyone's gwop
I don't give a toss
I don't need a reason (I don't)
Rise that rusty mop and bang off the dots, leave a fuckboy bleeding (Baow, baow)
Yo, fuck a quadruple stabbing, should've been a quadruple M
If I rise and tan ya, I'm aiming high, tryna leave man dead (Dead up)
Or I'll splash man down bait face
I don't give a toss, I'm tapped in the head (I'm tapped)
And if I hеar you protect your chest
I'll back out my shank, dip man's head
Fuck a ballistic vеst (You know)
We run Haringey map
Why you lying in tracks?
Who you tryna impress? (Who?)
He'd still be alive right now if the fuckboy moved a bit to the left (Ahw)
Are you taking the piss?
Gang got you and your friend, how the fuck can you —
[Transition: SJ]
I'm on your block, heads up, don't slip
On this ride, Nintendo Switch
Man hop out the ride with this fifteen inch
Yo, In the 9 bare juice gon' spill
Don't slip with your bae while grabbin' a meal
[Chorus: SJ]
I'm on your block, heads up, don't slip (Slip)
On this ride, Nintendo Switch
Man hop out the ride with this fifteen inch
I put it on my life that my blade won't flick (Ching, ching)
Man window ching and complete that drill
Them man's in the Farm, no field
In the 9, bare juice gon' spill
Don't slip with your bae while grabbin' a meal
[Verse 2: SJ]
All these drill I done, I can't talk on them
Cah they're all still a pending case
And I've had man fight for their life on a hospital bed
There's no way you can talk on my name
They don't wanna see me go insane
Man, two man step, one wap, one blade
SJ, I really lost my brain
Man splash man down, bare juice on pave' (Splash)
I do these chingings all bait
Ask DV cah he saw my face
The way man poked up Snap
Is the same way man poked Big A (Wet him up)
But let me just stop right there
Cah I can't even say more names
Cah I might have feds at my door
Tryna nick me GBH and attempted K's
OFB, we don't do no drills?
That's calm, I can take that one on the chin
Cah if I start talking the tings
Your eyes will open like Lord of the Rings
And guess what? I'm a lord with my ching
But I don't want clout, I ain't touching the wing
But look how many man been chinged
And it's '019, only two months in
Simpz
All these drills I done, I can't talk on them
Grip my Shank and aim for you head
And if you don't run little boy, you're dead
[Verse 1: Tugga]
Don't be talking this badness
Insert my blade where you're breathing (Ahhh)
When the shotgun bucked on your block, it was Jigga J that done squeezed it (Baow, baow, baow)
I'll stain up anyone's gwop
I don't give a toss
I don't need a reason (I don't)
Rise that rusty mop and bang off the dots, leave a fuckboy bleeding (Baow, baow)
Yo, fuck a quadruple stabbing, should've been a quadruple M
If I rise and tan ya, I'm aiming high, tryna leave man dead (Dead up)
Or I'll splash man down bait face
I don't give a toss, I'm tapped in the head (I'm tapped)
And if I hеar you protect your chest
I'll back out my shank, dip man's head
Fuck a ballistic vеst (You know)
We run Haringey map
Why you lying in tracks?
Who you tryna impress? (Who?)
He'd still be alive right now if the fuckboy moved a bit to the left (Ahw)
Are you taking the piss?
Gang got you and your friend, how the fuck can you —
[Transition: SJ]
I'm on your block, heads up, don't slip
On this ride, Nintendo Switch
Man hop out the ride with this fifteen inch
Yo, In the 9 bare juice gon' spill
Don't slip with your bae while grabbin' a meal
[Chorus: SJ]
I'm on your block, heads up, don't slip (Slip)
On this ride, Nintendo Switch
Man hop out the ride with this fifteen inch
I put it on my life that my blade won't flick (Ching, ching)
Man window ching and complete that drill
Them man's in the Farm, no field
In the 9, bare juice gon' spill
Don't slip with your bae while grabbin' a meal
[Verse 2: SJ]
All these drill I done, I can't talk on them
Cah they're all still a pending case
And I've had man fight for their life on a hospital bed
There's no way you can talk on my name
They don't wanna see me go insane
Man, two man step, one wap, one blade
SJ, I really lost my brain
Man splash man down, bare juice on pave' (Splash)
I do these chingings all bait
Ask DV cah he saw my face
The way man poked up Snap
Is the same way man poked Big A (Wet him up)
But let me just stop right there
Cah I can't even say more names
Cah I might have feds at my door
Tryna nick me GBH and attempted K's
OFB, we don't do no drills?
That's calm, I can take that one on the chin
Cah if I start talking the tings
Your eyes will open like Lord of the Rings
And guess what? I'm a lord with my ching
But I don't want clout, I ain't touching the wing
But look how many man been chinged
And it's '019, only two months in