Listen to Truth Is (feat. Roddy Ricch) by Mustard

Truth Is (feat. Roddy Ricch)

Mustard

Hip-Hop/Rap

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Composer
Jordan Holt
Jordan Holt
Composer
Alexander West
Alexander West
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Justus West
Justus West
Additional Producer
J.Holt
J.Holt
Co-Producer

Lyrics

(Mustard on the beat, ho) Ride through the night with my high beams on Truth is, shorty got me goin' crazy Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded Truth is, I put on for my foes I done seen a million knock down my door I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know Cartier, feel like time froze We just bust back, fuck a chit-chat I got dollars, I never gotta go tit for tat I be in inside her throat like a Tic Tac And she never ever give me lip Sippin' on this potion, I'm flyer than fly She say I'm the GOAT and she got a look in her eyes Got a lot of vibes, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I was taught to slide with a pole Ride through the night with my high beams on Truth is, shorty got me goin' crazy Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded Truth is, I put on for my foes I done seen a million knock down my door I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know Cartier, feel like time froze We was at the trap house, had cash in the couch New black Maybach when I'm backin' it out We went out to eat, I spent some racks at TAO I'm a real nigga, gotta keep it ten thousand She gave me top, top, so I took her overseas Took her to the dock, gotta cruise it on the beach I got big knots, my Amiris go deep And I can't lie, she got a hold on me, ay Ride through the night with my high beams on Truth is, shorty got me goin' crazy Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded Truth is, I put on for my foes I done seen a million knock down my door I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know Cartier, feel like time froze Hello? (Hello) Ay, what's happenin'? (Hey) Ay, what you doin'? (Nothin' much, what you got goin' on?) Shit, bored, nigga, missin' you (Stop it, you is not thinkin' about me) Can't hear my phone, my girl, bro (Goddamn, bruh) (You play too much, for real) I be thinkin' 'bout you When I pull up on you I'ma play that Fantasia (Whatever, prove it, then)
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Jordan Holt, Rodrick Moore, Alexander West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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