Rich Facts (feat. Eli2Fire)

Pick up the woah
Trickin no go, you slow
Tied in the mob, ain't no bow
Maxing, maxin, sold out the shows
Oh no, no show
Ranting on net, told em pop out, no show
Lil bro, flaking and shaking no cold
Niggas pull up on our block, damn they bold
fuck it, we fucking, pull hair, yeah i'm up in
Damn, up in my strip, then I up it
(strip, then i up it)
Beam to your dome, you won't function
(Mhm damn, no function)
Out in the night on some fun shit
(Damn, what, some fun shit?)
Niggas is stupid, we flocking (God damn)

Pick up the woah
Trickin no go, you slow
Tied in the mob, ain't no bow
Maxing, maxin, sold out the shows
Oh no, no show
Ranting on net, told em pop out, no show
Lil bro, flaking and shaking no cold
Niggas pull up on our block, damn they bold

All my niggas gotta take two steps
Lil bitch no test
All my niggas representing A-shit
No guest
No best, nigga bitch came in then left
See a nigga going up, now she on regrets
Green text nigga, texted me she's upset,
Lil bitch too invested, played so next
Don't vex nigga A-shit we the best
Got her blowing up my phone saying she's depressed

Piped her best, got techs, go checks
And you niggas fucking owe me,
Don't forget your debt,
Forget nigga, fucking on her breast, yeah chest
Brunette with gyat, nice night no rest
Suggest that you hold your damn threats
We be marching on they block
With gats, no vest,
Soon next nigga last line said with vest's
We be matching with the gat no damn Cadets

Me and Vercetti, we up in the traffic (traffic)
People are screaming like "lights, camera, action"
AstroGabe, we in this bitch like a faction (faction)
Staying together yeah there's no subtraction
Stay up in the booth ain't no time for jet lagging (jet lagging)
Your girl on my dick cause she knows what I'm packing
Yeah I'm wit the gang and we scream out what's happenin,
Not playing no games cause we all bout that action yeah (yeah)
Ain't no playing any games that's a caption yeah
(Yeah)
Ain't no wasting time no way cause we are cashing yeah
(Yeah)
Bitch just get up out my face need some relaxing yeah
(Yeah)
AstroGabe up to the top our wings are flapping yeah
Woah

All my niggas gotta take two steps
Lil bitch no test
All my niggas representing A-shit
No guest
No best, nigga bitch came in then left
See a nigga going up, now she on regrets
Green text nigga, texted me she's upset,
Lil bitch too invested, played so next
Don't vex nigga A-shit we the best
Got her blowing up my phone saying she's depressed

Piped her best, got techs, go checks
And you niggas fucking owe me,
Don't forget your debt,
Forget nigga, fucking on her breast, yeah chest
Brunette with gyat, nice night no rest
Suggest that you hold your damn threats
We be marching on they block
With gats, no vest,
Soon next nigga last line said with vest's
We be matching with the gat no damn Cadets



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Writer(s): Prince Ebata
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