Ain’t True

By Flamma

Released on January 20, 2020

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[Intro]

Hold up

Yeah

This is young Flamma

Mhm

Wait


[Verse]

That shit on me

Go head ask me what it do

I’m a power drill

These pussy look like screws

Boy please tell me who I am

Ask the same to you

Fuck they talkin’ ‘bout?

Know they ain’t really true

You ain’t never drank no spit

Get out my midst

Known to get insane with it

Don’t get you hit

I’m a fuckin’ quarter to y’all pennies

But I ain’t friendly

It can get messy

If you test me

Big choppa' in that bitch

He stay wit' me

Boy please watch your bitch

She tryna stay with me

I stay deep in the cut

Pour me up

A cup

Of syrup

I’m a demon

And all these fufu

Be is cherubs

Bitch I’m ballin’ in my Type Ones

My opps is fat, they all got type one

Bite my bitch ear, like Mike Tyson

Y’alls is cows, bitch I’m a Bison

Walk down on your best man

Take his life from him

He still lost it

But he had to fight for it

Left him leakin’

Got his set up and that gray

Had to keep my shooter from the body

He was tryna fornicate

Ain’t teasin’ you can get stabbed

Or shot in broad day

I keep them psychos ‘round me

Don’t step on him in the wrong way