Lyrics
Mm, yeah, yeah, mm
Word around town, these **** talking down
Real street ****, I ain't fucking around
Fuck all the fakes, fuck all the snakes
Pussy-ass ****, get the fuck out my face
****, what's the deal? Fuck how you feel
Pussy-ass ****, get the fuck out your feels, yeah
Get the fuck out your feels
Get the fuck out your feels
Fuck a bitch and give her back
Fuck that bitch, she a gnat
Always posted in the trap
Fully loaded, automatic
If you won't beef, that is a at
I'm speakin' the facts
Hellcat, not as scat
Pussy **** like to act
Hide them behind the mask
See through you like glass
You little **** just simple tasks
Smokin' gas, not grass
Tell a hater, kiss my ass
Leave them all in the past
Won't stop till I'm gassed
Bought her a new Mercedes
It's a S class
Yeah, she got some ass
Like the way she throw it back
I ain't find her in a vending machine
But lil' mama, she a snack
Like the way the pussy claps
Like rat-a-tat-tat
And she hold a mag
Put her in a Birkin bag
Cause she know how to act
Speak on me, speak facts
Lil' ****, get the strap
One phone call, it's a wrap
I'm where the money's at
Young ****, I can never lack
They hate me cause I'm black
They hate me cause I speak facts
Black lives matter, but Karens don't get that
Signed and in contact, that's Max
Used to be posted at John Max
Now we posted at Saks
Juan Rari, that's Matt Black
You know the facts
Denzel speaking the facts
If you want me, you know where I'm at
Posted at the trap, my ****, they comin
Posted at the trap, got the guns, you running
Word around town, these **** talking down
Real straight ****, I ain't fuckin' around
Fuck all the fakes
Fuck all the snakes
Pussy-ass ****, get the fuck out my face
****, what's the deal
Fuck how you feel
Pussy-ass ****, get the fuck out your feels
Get the fuck out your feels
Get the fuck out your feels
That's it
Written by: SLY
