Matter Fact

Lyrics

[Hook: Chuuwee] Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business [Verse 1: Chuuwee] I been in the trap been in the trap Wit a pen and a pad in the lab Money on my lab food run but im back to the lab Bending the corners and aves Thinking bout future present and past How far we done came from the south of the Sac The south Sac mack south Sac Iraq Nigga all he ever talk is south Sac thats fact (BRRAATT) I purchased a brand new gat Magazine spread hell yea I'm all that Niggas might run up want more than my hat So I cock back peel caps back then splat Off in the night time twistin a black Still flippin the pack finna dig in the Sac Take a gram, roll up revist this rap Everywhere I go I'm that nigga in fact Time tickin but how inexistent is that How infant am I make a living from rap How childish am I still sit in the trap With a 3ds hanging from my wrist, wrist Sippin the 5th pour a liter for Ashlee & Phonse I'm missing my niggas again Light up the weed put the swish in the wind Rest in Peace Aunt Phyllis man this sit is a trip [Hook: Chuuwee] Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business [Verse 2: Trizz] Nigga u betta get the fuck up out of my business These nigga be talkin they shit in they be in they feelings I roll up this kush and get wavy as fuck wit my niggas Niggas be cryin complaining be actin like bitches Fuck that where the cash at Get a sack roll it fat nigga pass that Hit the lab kill a track, nigga gas that Henny in the glass gettin smacked witta rat Chuuwee in the trap puttin weed in them packs Spending his money and makin it back He told me he got when I'm up in Sac If it's funk then handlin it soon as it crack Pull up and hop out the back witta strap Ain't no turnin it back once I snap If I see u, we fade and we scrap Hop out the back witta bat Beat u and that's where it's at Respect ain't a game a fact is a fact No we ain't friends, a dap is dap U seen me in public and told me u rap No I don't fuck witchu homie u wack [Hook: Chuuwee] Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business Get up out my business Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out yo feelins Matter Fact I been on the road now for a good minute Countin my mufuckin chickens get up out yo feelins Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get up out my business