Facts (feat. Bando HotHead)

He on X Games Mode

What?

Do it, yeah, do it, yeah

What? What?

Now we smoking on Harvey (Harvey)

Roll up another wood while we up in the party

Fuck Tae, he sorry (He sorry)

Lil' Dre' got hit up, now he up there with Markey

Cash Boy got hit up

Lil' Tory got shot like a **** took pictures

Fuck Chris, forget him (Fuck 'em)

But I guess it was 'cause of that guy that was with him (Dumbass)

And I'm still with that low shit

LoJack blew his self, guess he up on some slow shit

Lil' Facts on go, bitch (Go)

Call up JV with the Glock, gon' throw shit

Lil' Money gone blow, bitch

Last time I checked the score **** down like 0-6

Hit a stain, we pokin'

Joc pack got mе high, got me losing focus

Show me my opponent, but I put it on Chris that thеse **** don't want it

And I'm staying in my lane, **** ain't on shit, I ain't worried 'bout a thing

Turn a **** to a frame, he was screaming fuck Bandz, now we turn it to a game (Dumbass)

With the Glock I aim, send shots at his top, knock his noodles out his brain (Grrah)

Four-three what I claim, Chris Mo got cracked, that was hot shit, flame

And I'm cooling with the gang, catch me on the low end, yeah, you know I'm bullet gang (Gang)

Duck V, they some lames, catch 'em lacking, that's another body added to the names

B and 'em do your gang, and I'm in it for the money, give a fuck 'bout the fame

Lil' Tek got fucked up, hot shit went in but I guess a **** lucked up (Lucked up)

In the field, ****, what's up? He actin' tough off the pills, smoke his ass, ****, tough luck (What?)

In the field, ****, what's up? He actin' tough off the pills, smoke his ass, ****, tough luck

****, tough luck, he tough off the pills, smoke his ass, ****, tough luck

Now let's speak facts, CrossWestern, BD gang, 69th where we at

And we smokin' on Jack, I ain't have to kill him, turn hisself to a pack

Yeah, chick, he a rat, they snitch on each other but fuck allat

Can't go like who? The Xotic man hit his ass with a deuce

KC with me, too, twin Glocks, you don't want to see them boys act a fool

Sneak dissing on gang, nine to the nine, we'll stay in our lane

And I'm smoking on Bang, fuck, ask Doug, they not on the thing

In a foreign switching lanes, got a bad lil' bitch and she tryna meet the gang

.45 go "bow", I was bussin' off the meds, I was trying to cool down

Now it's a man down, Markey tried to fight, got put in the ground

And Tez ass dead, too, Fat Kelz couldn't run, he got hit in the head, ooh

.45 got a mop stick, can't run 'cause this wet Glock, bitch

Thirty rounds in the Glock, we pop shit, man down, somebody got chopped quick

Smoke Tory to the face, we off it, Eazy T got put in the coffin

Can't slide through the strip, playing offense, shoot innocents, y'all ain't on shit (Why y'all do that?)

Hit the switch one time and it caught a glitch

And it caught a glitch

Do it, yeah, do it, yeah, caught a glitch