True Story (Come With Me) Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
I was tryna hold it in, ayy, I can’t hold it in though
Say, man, you know and I know them b!tch ass n!ggas ain’t like that

[Chorus]
YoungBoy finally rich, come and see (Uhh)
Nothing but some killers and some steppers run with me (Uhh-uhh-uhh)
Still tryna kill the other side, all my n!ggas, they gon’ ride or die
Bah, baow, baow, bah, baow, bah, bah, bah, bah (Boom)
That’s the shots from the .45, younging got three, now (Younging got three)
I had to zip the pu*sy-b!tch, that came and shot at me, huh? (Ohh, oh-oh)
Vacuum seal, money skied up, b!tches throw shots at me, huh?

Diamonds shining on my neck and wrist and on that beam, huh?
B!tch, I’m— (Dumb)

[Verse]
I turn up, I came from hustling on the come up (Go)
They told me that shawty a ho, but I never did know
She was right on my side, I was serving the smoke (Brrt, bah)
I was back to back stretching these n!ggas
These diamonds ain’t shining and laying on top of no ho (Blatt, blatt)
That n!gga was talking that s*it but the minute he slipped, he was dead on side of the porch (Skrrt, b!tch, bah)
Got the racks in the bag, I just counted up four (Go)
Got a b!tch on side me, who I don’t even know (Let’s go)
Got a n!gga head steady calling the phone
Tryna leave it alone, but I don’t wan’ let go (Blrrdd, fu*k)
Got a b!tch I love for, I’m leaving her ‘lone
Mama say that I’m trippin, she feel that I’m wrong, yeah
The DNA that’s up inside of her strong
Our Father creation invented a clone
Hop off a jet and I’m on my way home (Home)
Stare at the mountains, thoughts roaming around
N!ggas ain’t s*it and these b!tches not neither, but n!ggas don’t like when hoes having they own, yeah
Bae, you know, I don’t wanna stay here
My heart for you, it is not for them
I’m like, “Baby, you a queen, you could link up with a cold killer”
Bae, I just pulled up in the back (Slime), I’m with some old n!ggas (I’m with them same n!ggas)

Everybody banging (Gang), toting them motherfu*king poles n!gga (Gang, bah, b!tch)
Everybody with me do no talking, we throw smoke, n!gga (Gang, hlrrd)
I’m with some n!ggas out that 8, we ain’t no hoes, n!gga (We ain’t no hoes)
He talking reckless, so I guess he lied on his toes, n!gga (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I throw up Trey, put guns to the face and bang them 4s, n!gga (4KTrey)
I’m a Northside baby, love them 38’s, Lil Joe rep 4s, n!gga (Rep 4s)
Get a n!gga to test something
B!tch, I bet that I stretch something
I ain’t never been scared (Bah)
B!tch, I don’t got no heart, I’ll leave you for dead (Dead)
I’m that same lil’ n!gga that pray by the bed (Bed)
Black bought me a monkey so I named it, “Fed” (Fed)
Her name on the song is the name that I said (Said)
Young n!gga rich and he still got problems (B!tch), he steady be thugging
He kill it with meds (Meds)
I fu*k with lil’ shawty, he having that money (Money)
These b!tches don’t love you, they with you for something (For something)
These n!ggas ain’t crazy, we stepping on something (Something)
Get him hit with a check, if you repping on something (Something)
He gon’ lay where they be and he stretching him something (Something)
I don’t have no remorse, when I’m blessing me something (Something)
Calmest can be, n!gga die in his sleep
Like, “B!tch, come blatt with me something”

[Chorus]
YoungBoy finally rich, come and see
Nothing but some killers and some steppers run with me
Still tryna kill the other side, all my n!ggas, they gon’ ride or die
Bah, baow, baow, bah, baow, bah, bah, bah, bah
That’s the shots from the .45, younging got three, now
I had to zip the pu*sy-b!tch, that came and shot at me, huh?
Vacuum seal, money skied up, b!tches throw shots at me, huh?
Diamonds shining on my neck and wrist and on that beam, huh?
B!tch, I’m—