True - Lil Durk

True - Lil Durk
Written by：Durk Banks/Sonny Uwaezuoke
Lit no cig
Clean sprite mixed with no lean
We smoke straight d**e ain't no seeds in it
Clean sprite put some lean in it
Rockstars got some g's in it
Real killas they don't leave witness
Tax season boy your car rented
B**ch you boostin' you got no business
Call my shooters they got no limits
I'm just rockin' in my true religions
Got a glock with a beam
Bada boom bada bing
Ops not on a thing
Let's get it
We need some real big rings
Netflix and chill let's watch some narcos
And my cup the color harpo
Got fifty in these cargos
Used to sit and watch my car doors
Valet ask me how to park those
I'm scannin' niggas like a barcode
Fake designer that's a no no
We rockin' rollies f**k a jo jo
We smoke straight d**e ain't no seeds in it
Clean sprite put some lean in it
Rockstars got some g's in it
Real killas they don't leave witness
Tax season boy your car rented
B**ch you boostin' you got no business
Call my shooters they got no limits
I'm just rockin' in my true religions
Money got me bowflexin'
Balmain no paris
P**sy 'bout to get the message
Before I have my youngins stressin'
I told 'em I'm a turn up on em
Killed his a** we run up on 'em
We hawk 'em down we run up on 'em
His tweets said he keep 'em on him
I'm just coolin' as a rapper
My niggas know that I be trappin'
To the streets I'm so adapted
F**k the state they took my rapid
We smoke straight d**e ain't no seeds in it
Clean sprite put some lean in it
Rockstars got some g's in it
Real killas they don't leave witness
Tax season boy your car rented
B**ch you boostin' you got no business
Call my shooters they got no limits
I'm just rockin' in my true religions