Facts

Lyrics

[Intro] Tahj Money Yeah, YSL [Hook] See, I got a couple niggas on the road And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told And yeah, that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back And yeah, that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, little boy a rat I got a couple niggas on the road And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back [Verse 1] See I heard a couple niggas tryna line me And you know the rest New baby nina drippin' on my body See, you could get stretched You gettin' money, I couldn't care less, huh Got some honey's turned into a finesser Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher Hit your momma house, know you got the message Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless Raid the condo, draggin' me by my neckless I don't get tired, lil' nigga, I be restless I was trappin', eatin' noodles for breakfast Took a loss and bounced it back like a check Police took a couple sticks last summer We was Glizzy, Ruger totin' some TEC's Some niggas still ten toes in these streets Still get you anything for the cheap Young and connected like the letter V Name a youngin' spit more realer than me I just put some gold all over my teeth Giuseppe steppin', how we roll in the streets Hittin' 'em stains at age 14 My nigga just hit a stain last week I put the nina to a nigga cheek, shh The nigga don't speak Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat You in the streets then you know how it be Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap But I ain't never said a name in my track I told that nigga I'm only speakin' facts And uh, and that's on the trap, ooh [Hook] See, I got a couple niggas on the road And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told And yeah, that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back And yeah, that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, little boy a rat I got a couple niggas on the road And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back [Verse 2] See I ain't have to scheme Taliban be on my team I know some twins that will hit you with these Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece Osama twin llama, choppa siamese Lookin' for me pack me up in the B'z Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze I know some kids who do hits for some trees Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed Word to my chain, wrap my city in gold My bitches solid, that mean none of them told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking bout a Perc' 36 Word to my chain, wrap my city in gold My bitches solid, that mean none of them told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking bout a Perc' 36 [Hook] See, I got a couple niggas on the road And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told And yeah, that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back And yeah, that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, little boy a rat I got a couple niggas on the road And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back, ooh