Outro lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
They don't make n*ggas like me no more
Hell nah

[Chorus]
I told 'em I'm the truth
I told 'em yeah I got the juice but not OJ the juice
I told 'em I'm the man, yeah I run in thirty-two
I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock, it hold 'bout 32
I told 'em I'm the sh*t, I told 'em I got his b*tch
I told 'em that I was gon' get this money, I wanna be rich

[Verse 1]
I told 'em that they lame as f*ck, these n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
I told 'em, then I showed 'em, then I flexed on 'em
Yeah I pulled up in that Hellcat with that check on 'em
Yeah I pulled up at the Texaco, got good smoke
Uh-huh I got that stupid gas, I got good smoke
And I got that brick, yeah that fishscale, that good blow
And I'm movin' blow like I'm n that movie Blow
n*gga try to play I'ma get yo ass blown
Just like this blunt that I just smoked
Yeah, haha
Slime you be on that real bullsh*t
[Chorus]
I told 'em I'm the truth
I told 'em yeah I got the juice but not OJ the juice
I told 'em I'm the man, yeah I run in thirty-two
I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock, it hold 'bout 32
I told 'em I'm the sh*t, I told 'em I got his b*tch
I told 'em that I was gon' get this money, I wanna be rich

[Verse 2]
God damn
Hell yeah I sold my soul but I'm not mojo
Never snitchin' on a n*gga, send me to deathrow
I'm a real street n*gga, mama ain't raise no ho
Catch me on the block, I'm from Bouldercrest road
Hell yeah I'm PDE
Hell yeah I'm CTD
Hell yeah it's money over b*tches, sh*t so MOB
And hell these n*ggas ain't f*ck, yeah they cannot f*ck with me
And hell yeah you lookin' for me, I'm out in these streets
And hell yeah I'm on the block, I'm on the front street

[Chorus]
I told 'em I'm the truth
I told 'em yeah I got the juice but not OJ the juice
I told 'em I'm the man, yeah I run in thirty-two
I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock, it hold 'bout 32
I told 'em I'm the sh*t, I told 'em I got his b*tch
I told 'em that I was gon' get this money, I wanna be rich
[Outro]
Haha
You told 'em slime, you told 'em
Shh, Pierre just want went crazy on that motherf*cker too
Can't even flex
Motherf*ckin' nasty
Yeah n*gga
Pierre motherf*cker
Nasty beat
Really everything we make really just be fire
Like he make the beat, I make the music
I'm in the booth, I'm tellin' the truth
sh*t it's simple as that, that's all it is
And the checks just keep rollin' in n*gga