Truth Tella (feat. Cakes da Killa)

A heartless killer cast a spell on you niggas
The fuckin woodgrain spitta
Custom made dinners
Keep fallin hair on my halo, new scents on my body
I told that nigga to rub on Medusa head like Versace
Posted up with my papi, eatin soft fish ackee
Known for waxin the kitty, I call her Mister Miyagi
How the fuck do he got me? All this Isaac Mizrahi

The patent flow never sloppy except when givin the toppy
Catch me chillin in Paris doin shows in the villa
All my niggas is zombies, so when we mob it's like Thriller
My-my-my coochie the softest, like my walls, all chinchilla
I keep his dick on sip, just please don't give me no splinters

We in Berlin for the Summer, hit LA for the Winter
All my bitches exotic and danger looks like gorillas
I see this bitch doin numbers
Who the fuck really feel her?
We'll sell your soul for some money
What's a saint to a sinner?

I'm sayin
Truth tella, never lie to a nigga
I will point a bitch out
Who the fuck comin realer, nigga?
Truth tella, don't fuck with these niggas
Me and you, toe to toe
Who the fuck comin realer, nigga?

I read niggas all day like a palm reader
Catch me out on yo block, nigga, dime diva
Put the mute on silly ho, when I'm watchin Reba
Treat these niggas like they puppets, no Cousin Skeeter
I fuck him good, make him cum all on his wife beater
He never fucked a fat bitch, me-me-me neither
I'm in the mix, outtin dicks like I'm Kat Stacks

Tell a nigga bring it back
Goodies all in my nap sack
This is how I'm stuntin, so what you callin that?
Check my flow, my only comp is in my compact
I'm international, and you ain't seen shit
Catch this deep shit, I keep a nigga sea sick
Bitch I'm really it, and you're really not
My tongue alone will turn a top into a hot spot
Watch me cook it up, while it's on the sofa [?]
Bitch I'm so hot, daisy dukes and crop tops

Yeah, um
This is just the part of the song where I feel myself like
I just be sittin in my room starin at the ceiling like
Just gagging at the audacity of these niggas like