Facts Lyrics
Grab two cups and pour up a deuce
we just waiting to get killed
Thinking I ain’t gonna shoot
N***** be making shit up When they hopping the booth
when I hop on the mic, I’m gonna tell you the truth
Damn this with my cup, I’m swerving,
hugging the lion, the curb go smooth.
everyday now I wake up and get loot
I catch your plate out in Dallas You can call me YaLoot (Damn)
Its so much motion in the city
I might start selling work
Some n***** never hopped out and slap that bitch neutral
you aint never been sopping like that since Kuka.
Shawty stay down by her tits and new butt
Two Glocks on me and now they got dicks
Don’t give two Fucks
Now that drac Hit a black and I boost up.
All racks. Might buy me a new truck
my dawg chain song so I switch the roof up
Switches up (let’s go)
Bitches be Ya skin These N***** Suck
This n**** made a diss Want me to response so I can blow em
And he say, y’all pussy aint shit
Aint shit Sweet n****
Come try your luck dumb Fuck
No N***** gonna trick around me cuz them my baby bruhs
If this song for me
I ain’t gon say too much
You play too much
Mexican bitch call me papi
I ain’t talking about champagne
But I got drays in the cut
And we got bags for the low
You want some bud, just hit me
Got dray in the cut
Shawty just added me liquor in my cup
These double cup is tess
These n***** mad that I blew
They been rapping in one ..
Yeah I got shot but on God I aint pussy
Never say im a killa
Never talking on pillars
Got power like Austin rivers
They be coming running like Michael on thriller
Reef on my neck, hit the switch, make it jiggle
I guess its a monkey on my back
Right when im just chilling they tryna change
A niga come did shit
Aye what your issue is?
Why you telling the folks all the business is?
Oh I know what it is
This n**** think he foolio from Jacksonville
How you smoking on all these opps that you aint actually kill?
Bro want to blow so bad
You can have this shit
If it was up to me
I would just have some Ms
Sometimes I dont be feeling this shit
These rap n***** be sizzling and shit
Free slime, they show me how snaky it can get
N***** really wake up and hating this shit
Young n**** listen
You ain’t gotta be gangsta
Stay in yo lane and get you some paper
Go buy ya mama a house
Put some shit on the table
Let me switch up the subject and talk bout this flava
I got a plug out in cali connected like cable
Rick in my trust I bought sharp in all ways
I wake up, go get the bread like a baby
I wake up, pour up that gritty syrup maple
I pull up bouncing
Slide back maybe in April
I be on that pape more staples
Go through that pape, it make shawty wet
Ion fuck with the opps (crazy)
Shout out to set, pussy