Facts

Lyrics

[Intro] (Drvmlord) [Verse 1] Why she threw a fit like a nigga ain't shit? Went to jail, she was fucking on my partner (Partner) I ain't had the Scat two weeks, crash that Scratch matte black on the Robin (Skrrt) Real street nigga, I still do a feature for some motherfuckin' P's and a choppa (Come on, on me) Ridin' 'round town, two Dracs, Gucci G's on my sleeves See the snakes on my collar (Drip) Yeah, he kinda young, but he talk that shit All white Benz, what I bought my bitch (I bought my bitch) Nigga, you a fool if you stalk that bitch (What?) Where the drank at? Let me Wock' my piss (Wock') Nigga, where was you when I caught my lick? (Lick) Pussy ass niggas ain't talking 'bout shit When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, it's a grudge (A grudge) Hit your stream, make him sleep in the tub (Tub) Section 8, bitch, I come from the mud (Mud) Gеt the dope, fuck a ho, none abovе (Above) If it's slow, hit the blow with the re-rock (Re-rock) This a Rollie, no motherfuckin' G-Shock (What?) Never snitch, fuck a motherfuckin' plea out (Plea out) From the dirt, rocking Dior like Reebok (Splash) [Chorus] You a bitch and you know it, nigga (Know you a ho, facts) Had a burner, but ain't blow it, nigga (Blow it, nigga, yeah) Hundred round drum for a nigga (Cap, splat) I'll die 'fore I avoid a nigga (Splat) That's on my mama (Facts) [Verse 2] I'll chase a sack 'fore I suck a old pussy (Jugg') Duck on a nigga like my name was Boogie But I'm big Crippin' like my name was Tookie (Crip) Spinnin' like a Forgi', I clutch on a fully (Baow, baow) Bitch, where the gloves? I can't touch on no bullets (What?) I got the lo' on the blow and a bullet (Woo) I use to trap out the Chevron (Chevron) If dope get slung, get to headrun (Run) If she goat with the throat, get her hair done Why you pick out now? You ain't scare none (Ah) Foreign ass Young nigga chasin' that blue cheese Pull up on the scene like, "Ooh-wee" Nigga, she a thotie, she a groupie Nigga fix with the clip, make a movie (Facts, facts) Came from the bottom, that's spooky Now I'm 1017, like, ooh, gee If you wrote a statement, that make you a stud (Pussy) I'm from the bottom, I slept on a rug (Wow) Drip in designer, I'm fly like a dove I'm mixing Promethazine in my Crush She on my dick, yeah, I'm making her blush Bitch, I got rich, I'm the shit like a flush [Chorus] You a bitch and you know it, nigga (Know you a ho, facts, for real) Had a burner, but ain't blow it, nigga (Blow it, nigga, yeah) Hundred round drum for a nigga (Splat) I'll die 'fore I avoid a nigga That's on my mama (Facts)