Just Facts

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) Yeah [Verse] She suckin' dick every night, this bitch spoilin' me This nigga run off with some pape', he been avoidin' me I only wanna hang around niggas who got more than me I got turnt, then everybody started supportin' me Hmm He thirty mil' up, my old-head just turned forty-three I see you fell in love with that bitch, she a whore to me Tryna flex with fifty racks, that shit poor to me He ran off with a brick, I got him whacked for a quarter key Think twice 'fore you think about horsin' me I'm 5'9", it's only right that I buy the Royce for me Hmm, yeah Yeah, I just bought my bitch twenty bags in thе past year If I don't make at least an M, I had a bad yеar I don't know what else to buy, I got mad gear Before you try and go and flex, make sure that tab clear Nigga, come and place your order, I'm a cashier I ain't gotta hit the bank, I got cash here You just got your ass done, bring your ass here Every club that I'm in, I got mag here I'll hit the club and throw ten, then I'm walkin' out Niggas sayin' that it's up with me, what you talkin' 'bout? Shoot him dead in his shit, he ain't talkin' now Nigga kept sayin' he a stepper, he ain't walkin' now This an old-school MAC-11, I'm at Hawkins now I just fucked a bitch so good, now she stalkin' now Hmm If it ain't about no pape', I ain't poppin' out All my niggas love work, we ain't droppin' out We gon' take this shit to trial, we ain't coppin' out They just gave lil' cuz two years, go'n and knock it out You an internet thug, this what clout about Caught a nigga on the rebound and I boxed him out Man, tell me why this pussy so good, I need answers No wonder why she keep her pussy bald, she a cancer Bust on her face, she cleaned it up, she got manners Do you got a man? Baby, it don't even matter I ain't got a wife right now, I'm livin' as a bachelor I got legal pape', I bought a Rollie out of Tappers Hmm Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the shit," bitch, I know it I don't like to talk about that shit, I just show it All I gotta do is look at a bitch, then she going You won't never catch me measurin' no drank, I just pour it Drink my cup, then I beat a bitch down, now I'm snoring Blick on me, then the hook get behind me, now I'm flooring When I pass the ball to you, better make sure you score it I can't even be around this bitch too long 'cause she boring [Outro] Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the shit," bitch, I know it I don't like to talk about that shit, I just show it (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)