Facts (feat. TNice)

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Bitch, I tryna sin he said he spend tell him pop out again
Big ass MP on my hip, this not a Glock, don't got a gen
Switch up on me, I smoke your ass, don't give a f*ck if you my kin
Let that smitty bark, if you get chopped them your ass in the wind

He said that he got racks and that I broke, I tell him show me ten
Broke-ass boy ain't got no bag ain't shit to  flex, you lookin' sad
They know that they can't f*ck with me, that's why these pussy niggas mad
Tell them pussies speak the facts, don't need a pen, don't need a pad

Run down on him, we did him bad, we put that pussy on the shelf
Can't wait to catch , wassaname , and put a stupid ass under my belt
Niggas be screamin' gang, gang, but they gon' run screamin' for help
This glizzy it go bang, bang, no chief keef I , feelin' myself

Me and V like shaq and Kobe , shine hard',  we don't need no diamonds
In the ditch, that's where they find him, pull him out white chalk, outline him
Nigga can never say I bitch up , I swear I stay on that type of timin
Finna take off with this rappin shit, give me a minute, my wrist gon' be shinin

Tell my dawg to give me time, then nigga, we gon' blow up
Can't hang around no pussy, nigga, them niggas gon' fold up
I had to sit down and go get mine, Now my fuckin door up
He talkin' top over my line, can't tell me I'm a switch, bruh

Y'all niggas sum low, boy, y'all ain't been through the shit I been through
Bruh, not wrong, I'ma split you, tell God to come and get you
He pull up, talk and tell the bros, but that's just what a bitch do
No nigga ever pull my collar, nigga, he stand on ten

Bruh just get a new hot car, so yeah, we bout to bend
Ayy, f*ck up on the beat, I tell him, run it back again
Ayy, with my lil' bruh, yeah, we thuggin ', I don't need no friends
Ayy, call up static, let them boys hit shots right through your lens

Ayy, we find out what he live, we bout to kill him
Ayy, we know he gon' bitch up all he do is just be cappin', on instrumental
Bad hoe tryna give me head, she pullin' down my denims
Ayy, only him and not the head, see that whip and I flip him

I , a youngin', they like, damn, how the f*ck lil' bruh got chicken'
Man, my life I really risk it', late night me and bros was vickin
Bro, don't count around on that bitch shit, on my mama, we ain't with it
He got a car, they say he slow, man, we bout to go hit his top

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