paroles de chanson True Story (feat. Trippie Redd) - Goldie

That mandatory, [?] that mandatory
Some days I wish for it
Yeah, yeah

That mandatory, [?] that mandatory
Some days I wish for it, turn that shit to a true story
I need me a new foreign, and I need me a boo foreign
I'ma count these hundreds all day 'cause
A nigga had to go through hell for it, yeah

Swerving in this Demon, not no fucking Hellcat, yeah
You in need of help, you fell down, need a help back, yeah
I got hella racks and I can't fucking help that, yeah
You fucking with 12, you calling up dispatch, yeah
Talking down on gang then we blow your shit back (Boom-boom-boom)
She gon' fuck me, I snap her back like Kit-Kat
They just dropped new Chanel, I gotta fucking get that
In this Wraith truck with the fucking seat back, yeah
Swerve, swerve
I'ma hit you where it fucking hurts, hurts
I'm in pain, gotta pop this Perc', Perc'
Drowning, gotta sip this syrup, syrup, yeah
Looking out the window tryna see what I been on
I been feeling so alone
Draco on my body, I might pull up, blow a dome
Rock star, bitch, I feel like Post Malone
Bitch, I'm tripping in this bitch and I done did it on my own

That mandatory, [?] that mandatory
Some days I wish for it, turn that shit to a true story
I need me a new foreign, and I need me a boo foreign
I'ma count these hundreds all day 'cause
A nigga had to go through hell for it, yeah

I can't lie, I just got protein on the shoulders
Sipping lean when I wake up like it's Folgers
We just counting up these hundreds like we 'posed to
We smoking the bowls too, tryna hide that oh-oh
Nigga, I'm OG, want some smoke? Come show me
Foreign got no key, drive that bitch like a stolie
Nigga, my neck wet, feeling like raindrops on me
Twin got a new 'Tek and I got a brand Rollie
They think it's true and I pull on they block and ruin 'em
Leave mamas crying and they don't know what to do with 'em
I smoke Gelato, I took it straight out the cookie jar
And if you hiding, I'm coming to find out where you are
Niggas know me
Niggas still be dying sipping slowly
Don't know what to call me, call me Goldie
I seen a goat and got connected with my family tree

That mandatory, [?] that mandatory
Some days I wish for it, turn that shit to a true story
I need me a new foreign, and I need me a boo foreign
I'ma count these hundreds all day 'cause
A nigga had to go through hell for it, yeah