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Jace Iayze - Truth Thats Walkin Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, real Murda Worth shit I'm talkin' 'bout, bitch ayy)
(Bitch ayy, rrr, rrr, rrr)
(Ayy, and he ain't gon' make it too far from the Gen, ayy)
(Bitch ayy, he ain't gon' make it too far from the Gen, bitch, ayy)
(Rrr, rrr, rrr, too far from the Gen, ayy)
(Ayy, he ain't gon' make it too far from the Gen, bitch, ayy)
(Rrr, rrr, rrr, make it too far from the Gen bitch, ayy, rrr, rrr)

[Chorus]
Run his ass down, Drac' in my hand, makin' 'em run (Bitch, run)
That lil' nigga caught fifty (Nigga)
And then some (Bitch, ayy)
He say he get busy (Busy)
Then hit some' (Then hit some, hit, hit)
Louis bag for my glizzy, bitch, I'm tryna rip some (Tryna rip some')
I don't-I don't tote no .50, jam when it get iffy (Iffy, iffy, ayy)
Pull up to her city, pull off in a jiffy (Jiffy)
I think-I think I need sixty, I think I spent twenty (Bitch, ayy)
I ain't bought no Richie, but I need a milli' (Ayy)
I think he's a gimmick, I think he's my sonny (Ayy)
She say I'm gon' get it, I'm like, "Bae, I'm on it"
Chopper "Rrr, rrr" hittin' niggas, it's super-sonic
My chain on "Brr, brr", Gucci Mane, no Truth That's Walkin' (Bitch)

[Verse]
I like shit that go "Frr, beep!"
And cars that's super-sonic
I love when a bank-teller tell me "Boy, you on it"
I love when a bitch try to tell me I don't make profit
We gon' park that car and stop it
808, the trunk be knockin'
We'll get 'em, his brother be hidin' (Hidin')
On the free-way, bitch I'm wildin' (Wildin')
Better watch out for my shoes, bitch, Dior kicks stylin' (Stylin')
I ain't on nonesense, he on violence
I took a Sprite, the Perc' a violet
After a Xan I get violent
He ain't do shit, I did hits
Money good, bitch nigga, I send hits
Bro don't skate, but he do flips
She don't skate, but let me flip
Hop out the car, hop out the whip
Hop out another car, know what I'm in
He ain't gon' make it too far from the Gen
I heard that bitch barley jumped off the porch, He ain't gon' make it too far from the crib (Bitch, rrr, rrr)
[Chorus]
Run his ass down, Drac' in my hand, makin' 'em run (Bitch, run)
That lil' nigga caught fifty (Nigga)
And then some (Bitch, ayy)
He say he get busy (Busy)
Then hit some' (Then hit some, hit, hit)
Louis bag for my glizzy, bitch, I'm tryna rip some (Tryna rip some')
I don't-I don't tote no .50, jam when it get iffy (Iffy, iffy, ayy)
Pull up to her city, pull off in a jiffy (Jiffy)
I think-I think I need sixty, I think I spent twenty (Bitch, ayy)
I ain't bought no Richie, but I need a milli' (Ayy)
I think he's a gimmick, I think he's my sonny (Ayy)
She say I'm gon' get it, I'm like, "Bae, I'm on it"
Chopper "Rrr, rrr" hittin' niggas, it's super-sonic
My chain on "Brr, brr", Gucci Mane, no Truth That's Walkin'

[Outro]
(Bitch, ayy, that's-)
(Hit-that's super-sonic, ayy)
(Tell me, "Boy you on it, boy you on it," ayy)