All Facts

Who the fuck raised y'all
Mad that I won't save y'all
Y'all way off
Shit that I be doing can't take days off
None my shit get paid on
So all my risk done paid off
You don't even put your Glock to work it got you laid off
I send them to bust right through your door and knock you straight off
Straight eight you gone hear me spank the bitch before I skate off
Picture perfect pussy got me paying her to take off
Pop taste like a whole pint up in it about to fade off

You could be active and still a bitch boy I done seen Shit
Outside ducking nothing but police whips
Switch the piece lit
He a die if that's what we pick
He dove in it head first and now he sea sick

Can't think I'm the type of nigga who gone run his mouth no matter what I'm facing
Boy I put me in this situation
I link with Bo down in the county for I give a statement
Or link with Bo all up in lib before it's information

Baby ima real street Nigga
I just hide it well
I'm use to buy and sell
Outside the clientele
Ain't looking for no person
I want personnel's
Turnt the hustle up
All my hoes want they next purse Chanel

I don't make exceptions or excuses I just get it done
Told woo I like how the drum hang out it
Finna get me one
If I shoot that bitch right with it on it
It's a mini gun

Seven hour flight I took a sniff and told him send me some
Sent my hoe a message told her stay in
Got more money on the way that i just know u wanna play in
Ok then you ever had a killer on a say when

Man that shit quicker than speed dial
Wasn't tryna rush I'm inna lead now
Ju going hit wit em
Hope he beat trial
Get money till in senile
Put pressure on the wound he finna bleed out
They gone talk about you till you leave out

They pussy and I'm thorough bread
Tell little baby if I'm honest I just want the head
The racks can't fold I got them standing up under the bed
You stand your ground against me Nigga loose more than a leg
Geeked up off two of them got two of them right in my bed
I prolly fall out with my brother still sending them bread
See u forgot about your homies and left them for dead
Before the lights even start flashing they knowing I fled
Got no more warnings for no niggas you heard what I said
We hear you speaking down on chop we prolly go fed
Catch you outside with it on you
We docking your spread
You tryna play a dangerous game gotta watch how you tread
All them jokes from you little bitches I laugh when I read

This Shit for real my nigga
I'll pick your side if you won't
Better make a option now niggas die when they don't
If I ain't like a nigga ain't typing on phones
If I ain't like a nigga ain't writing no songs
I'm coming to get you



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Writer(s): Makyrie Barnes
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