True Religion Fein lyrics

[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Bandkamp
(Trueee, True, True)
(Trueee, True, True)
(Trueee, True, True)
(True, aha)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I got on True Religion jeans (yeah, bang-bang)
Trick, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang)
Suck my True Religion jeans (bang-bang)
I've been ballin', b*tch, I'm Michael (bang-bang)
Big green, call me Geico (bang-bang)
Click clack, let him walk like Michael (bang-bang)
.40s with them bullet, where you life go? (bang-bang)
True Religion everything (bang-bang)
Or maybe some Robin jeans (bang-bang)
I got a True Religion b*tch (bang-bang)
She do this True Religion sh*t (bang-bang)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)

[Verse 2: Yale Lucciani]
True Religion fein
Iced up with the team
Light it up with lean
Smoke until I dream
sh*t ain't what it seems
You might need some glasses
And my n*ggas restless
This sh*t might get tragic
True Religion fein
3 hunnit for pants
You don't have a chance
b*tch I shop in France
Money make her dance
Then she f*ck my mans
Cop the work and bag it
Break bread with the clan
GBE, big bidness
We don't want no witness
Move it like its fitness
My True section ridiculous
b*tch I got that bag
b*tch I stay in Trues
2 hunna on shoes
My lil n*ggas rule
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
b*tch, what the f*ck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)