Truth No Lies Slim Guerilla (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Young nigga, keep your mind on your motherfucking–, uh
Your papers, bitch, yeah, give these hoes the vapors
Yeah, yeah, big rabbit, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Gin]
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slipping, it's this fifty finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slipping, it's this fifty finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slipping, it's this fifty finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slipping, it's this fifty finna do the deal

[Verse 1: Slim Guerilla]
I'm from the city where we swanging, banging, pop the trunk
SG Rilla Mane popping things like a twelve pump
Thinking of many ways of getting paid, this the way I'm made
It's just how I'm raised, bald fade with Versacе shades
Always on a mission, ain't no dissing on my fucking pimping
You can catch me diamond, gold grilling with two hoes kissing
Passion Playas is how I'm living, Alizе is what we sipping
Talking about me? Don't give no shit
Living this shit done made me rich, bitch
Keep that four on my side, she suck my dick while I drive
She worried about getting high, I'm worried about being fly
You got to look in my eyes, you tell the truth and no lies
And if you rolling with me, you got to keep that in mind
And if you repping the set, you can't be playing the set
My chain is dripping on me and don't be touching my neck
'Cause I'm a G in this bitch, could give a fuck who you met
You got to make you some money, okay, make bank, that's a bet