(Outtatown Radio)

Just tell me the truth (Hehe) , uh

Just tell me the truth (Art Dealer) , uh-uh

Just tell me the truth, uh

Just tell me the truth, uh-uh

Just tell me the truth, huh, uh-uh

Just tell me the truth, uh

Tell me the truth, uh, uh-uh

Singin' your bitch melodies like do-re-mi-fa-so, huh

I just popped an Adderall, now I gotta focus

I think this bitch here a witch, hocus pocus

I'm fresh as fuck, take that pic, huh, I'm not gon' post it

Everybody on dick, how could I not be noticed?

How could I not be totin' that bitch?

This thirty bust his head open

Everything closеd, after 12, she got her lеgs open

All these niggas fold when it's smoke, huh, this shit potent

I can't speak on wax

but when I rock that denim, know they coat it

I just fucked a popstar, I'm a rockstar

yeah, I got them shows lit

She think I'm singing to her, she like

"I need you, " but she ain't worth it

Somethin' like an animal

eat the pussy like cannibal, she say I'm goated

Hollows in this thirty clip

better tell your lil' bro to dip when I up my pistol

I want a B, ain't talkin' 'bout the Bentley

I'm talkin' 'bout a billion

I swear that shit gon' hit so different

yeah, when I get one

Make sure when them hoes speakin' on me

they say, "He did his big one"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just tell the truth

Late night in the studio

I'm pourin' my heart out in the booth

I'll pour my heart out to this music 'fore I vent to you

I left that bitch

now she walk 'round like she don't know what to do

Got Michael Jackson moves and James Brown

This high like crack in the '80s, this how the 2000s sound

Got aim lock on an opp, man down

Can't see me 'cause I'm on top, you still on the ground

(Outtatown Radio)

Just tell me the truth (Hehe) , uh

Just tell me the truth (Art Dealer) , uh-uh

Just tell me the truth, uh

Just tell me the truth, uh-uh

Just tell me the truth, huh, uh-uh

Just tell me the truth, uh

Tell me the truth, uh, uh-uh