Big Facts

You know the Kwēn is back

Fuck you talkin' bout
I don't fear shit
I be smokin' loud
I don't hear shit
Bottles on ice
Party all night
That was two weeks ago
And I'm still lit
Catch me rolling fattys with the papers
Lookin' for a baddie with no shaper
If you tired of your man always playin' tough
I got two kind of straps
Let me hit a nerve
Only day ones in my section
All the plugs show me love
I'm connected
I need a check like my name on the guest list
If you try to stop it then you came with a death wish
Oh My
Stay solid
I ain't talkin' and you know why
Fightin' cases and they say that I'm a low life
Fuck the judge bitch I'm aiming at your bowtie
Yeah
No lie

Big facts
Tryna make a hundred racks on the back end
Add my name to the list
Yeah I'm back in
Load the clip then it's lights, camera, action
No cappin
Just facts
Tryna make a hundred racks on the back end
Add my name to the list
Yeah I'm back in
Load the clip then it's lights, camera, action
No cappin

I got it in, while you talkin' on the sidelines
By any means Imma get it
Fuck the guidelines
I'm going hard in this bitch
Like a nine iron
A hole in one of ya'll
If you try to try mine
Fresh up out the kitchen on a mission with the misses
I just doubled back, I gotta stack up all the dishes
When you eating good
I got the goods and you can get it
You already know the ticket
I need ten just for the visit
20 for a feature
I can't hear you from the bleachers
Blood thicker than water
Never catch us with the leeches
It's too many snitches
That's what Judas did to Jesus
Catch a bullet like you need it
Boy I swear this shit egregious
Handle shit like I'm Geico
Psycho
Make it hot, like I'm Pyro
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Mind blown
Tight rope
Better leave on a high note
If you know like I know

Big facts
Tryna make a hundred racks on the back end
Add my name to the list
Yeah I'm back in
Load the clip then it's lights, camera, action
No cappin
Just facts
Tryna make a hundred racks on the back end
Add my name to the list
Yeah I'm back in
Load the clip then it's lights, camera, action
No cappin
Just facts

Tell them fuck boys that I'm on one
Last one standing when it's all done
You ain't blowin' racks on a mall run
How you throwin' shots and can't call none
I think you need to lay low
You on the juice, you now trickin' off the Pesos
I get the loot
Imma triple that and make more
I'm in this bitch, walkin' 'round female Pharaoh
Lookin' for a Taraji
You a hottie
You can meet me in the lobby
With the posse
Fall through like Kamikaze
You can watch me
Kill shit
Yeah that real shit
You know my body
Real swift
We move quick
Like a Ducati
Get a grip or you get flipped
Like a karate student
I keep groovin'
Life of the party
Lodi-dodi
Now get your hands up
It's a robbery
Big Facts



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Writer(s): Donnaysia Ifield
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