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True Stories 2
Booter Bee
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Yo, this is True Stories 2, none of my shits lies
This mash ain't a small one, it's holdin' big nines, big waps
Pretty girls with big backs
Corn flies anytime I dispatch
Yo, I couldn't snitch on my opps, no way
I'm in the ride prayin' that I make it home safe
Send him on the M way, stash spot full of cocaine
Driving around the block moving so flames
If they grab me with this burner, it's over, G
I know my paigons are dying to put holes in me
That's why the Glock nine holds loads of sweets
If you get hit with this one, you'll go to sleep
Yo, I can't lack, I've come too far to turn back
Told bro, "Drive, I'll hang out the back"
Bap, bap, anyone I see, I'll lean out and shoot
No lyin' in the booth, this is True Stories 2
I hit you with the first, now this the second tape
I hit him with the first, the second nearly took his breath away
The handle on that 12 gauge was wrapped up in tape
I was slidin' back to back when he got slapped in his face
Tried to get his little bro, but he ran the next way
Booters really known for shootin' up the paigon estates
The opps went to bro's and tried do a quick home visit
Next day, I jumped out and had two poles clickin'
This is True Stories 2, why the fuck would I cap for?
Three bootings, the feds boomed off my back door
Opps wanna kill me so I'm rollin' with this fat four
Summertime I slapped off the dotty 'til my hand sore
This is True Stories 2, why the fuck would I cap for?
Three bootings, the feds boomed off my back door
Opps wanna kill me, so I'm rollin' with this fat four
Summertime I slapped off the dotty 'til my hand sore