Chief Keef - True lyrics

[Intro] A-M-I,.. G-H-T-Y.... Flex On em! [Hook] True, true, true, don't make me shoot you, you My Breitling light the room, room, room b**h my car go vroom, vroom, vroom Got elephant in my trues, trues, trues Thousand for my shoes, shoes, my shoes Sosa be flexin' on these n***as, I know Baby that's the way it go Go, Go, Go [Verse] You don't wanna give me top then go, bye-bye Got some n***as that be at yo door, knockin' f**in' wit Almighty So, not him Baby I don't care about sh**, nothin' But countin' them Ben Franklins, countin' 84 karat diamond necklace, that's a shiner It look like it's bout to take a piss, God damn I'm G'd up, I'm T'd up Baby boy you don't wanna try me boy Like your f**in' father, boy I'll beat ya When I see yo b**h, boy I'll freeze her She call me Papi Don't care about no n***a cause I'm me Get dome with that then I leave k** that b**h, she try to set up me That's the way it go, tell the cops I ain't sayin' sh**, radio Try to drive by b**h, we shootin' not the stereo You don't want these problems, p**y carry on I'm wit Obama up in D.C Tryna find some b**hes that's gon' eat, eat He say what makes you trippin', he calls Chief Keef Cause I blow that like a mothaf**in' B.E That b**h, who*e, who*e, she a who*e She call my phone then I ignore her Like I f**in' know her Only cause I'ma Glory Boy [Hook]