Cover art for T.A.F. (True as Fuck) by Isaiah G

T.A.F. (True as Fuck)

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T.A.F. (True as Fuck) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Mensah]
Alright
Aye shout out to Miguelini
That Boy GB, Isaiah G on the Track
And Young Mensah.....Aye T.A.F

[Bridge: Isaiah G]
T.A.F.,T.A.F., T.A.F., T.A.F
T.A.F.,T.A.F.,T.A.F., T.A.F., look..


[Hook: Isaiah G & Young Mensah]
Riding round with your bitch, true as fuck boy
And your bitch up on my dick, true as fuck boy
Middle finger to your click, true as fuck boy
Simply put it we the shit, true as fuck boy (x2)

[Verse 1: Isaiah G]
T.A.F., riding in that van
Riding through the hood, you could say we in the Klan
Oh goddamn, she popping and locking, you stopping cause all of my niggas are cocking
And toting, you're out of lives pop another token
Wait, me and M.E.Z., nothing coming free
Its shop class and my watch casts a big shot glass for me
Hell naw, to that fake nigga stuff boy
Cause we the team and you know that is true as fuck boy
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Mensah]
The loud choking the beat, blurring 20/20 vision
And your bitch is on her knees, she devoted to religion
That, AK-47 hit with accurate precision, so
If you running mouth, you better make the right decision
Write incisions on the beat, flow smash with lyrical collisions
Lyrical division, split you up, that's true as fuck revision
Gotta preview of the future, that's conditional previsions
If your bitch wanna fuck, I send her back and then revisit
But, money over bitches, and that's in to the death of me
Your bitch won't do the team, write her off, like a recipe
T.A.F, JCP, it's nothing you can do with me
Scared motherfuckers looking around the corner, steady playing hide and seek
What you think?, you can go to heaven, Triple 6 lets call it devin
Dropping the E and Take L from Eleven, Scratch that even, 187
Shit, I'm running outta bars, better charge me up
I ain't gotta talk, my guns screaming yelling true as fuck

[Verse 3: Isaiah G]
Okay, I been told, yea I been told, bout to bite down on a bean like a pinto
Smoking endo, with all of my kinfolk, and my rims low, my bitch is like En Vogue
Look, you niggas is talking very often, you ain't finna be walking
You a dolphin, I'm a shark in the water, and I'm steady throwing sparks at your daughter
That's real, cause you be bossing, from Boston, but you in Chicago
My motto, is killing all niggas that's steadily dropping the ball ho
So you can run around the city like a cluck boy
But we the team, and you know that is true as fuck boy!
[Hook]

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