Yeah, ay, all facts, lil' ****

Ay, ay

Poppin’ tags off Amiri's, I put tags on ****' heads

**** dissed me on the 'Gram, I woke up and he was dead

I just fucked a bitch two hours straight up off the meds

Think you gangsta 'cause you dirty, I knock off them ****' dreads

Rich ****, I be running up dinero like I’m Cam

He wanna feat but I hold 'em, now it’s beef, he a fan

I ain’t wrestling with shit, but yo’ bitch, she’ll get slammed

Please don’t let your bitch around the gang, she get ran

No, I’m not with LeBron but I’m always in the ‘land

She just got her body done, she can’t sit up on her ass

Oh, you had money ****, why you living in the past?

I ain’t talking 'bout no condom when I say I got a Mag

Yeah, real paper, I see all that lil’ money running out

I got bitches screaming in my crib like a haunted house

I just bought a Rolls Prezi Plain, I should buss it down

My young **** really on this chain, you should tuck it now

My mans told me that that pussy good, shit, I’m fuckin’ now

You ain’t gotta ask me if I’m strapped, bitch, I’m clutching now

Hit a **** block, ain’t nothing less than a hundred rounds

Word on the street he a rat, he can’t come around

Told her, "Let me see that ass, baby, turn around"

If the deal ain’t some Ms, I gotta turn it down

Put a potato on the barrel, you ain’t heard a sound

Insurance drop on the crib, I’m 'bout to burn it down

Still got them **** that would get you whacked for the freeski

I don’t know what happened to the opps, I ain’t seen them

Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neiman's

If that pussy ain’t lasered or it’s waxed, I can’t eat it

All this ice on my body got me froze, I’m anemic

Old soul, young ****, but this a blick not a beeper

Kidnap a **** bitch for that ransom, lil' teacher

She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer

Yeah, a lot of **** internet thuggin', out here getting popped

Tell me, is it really worth your life, tryna get some clout?

Hook flicked me, hit the block, I gotta ditch the Glock

My people fucked up down the way, I gotta fix the route

Hit a titty bar, me and my **** get to trippin’ out

Too much money in these streets, I ain’t missing out

Bitch, you probably sucked a hundred dicks, I can’t kiss your mouth

She start saying that she loved me, had to kick her out

I told her I don't really like to date all in public

If she ain’t tryna hit a three, I'ma sub her

If I ain’t in the booth, catch me thugging with my cousins

I fuck hoes shit, she fuck hoes, I can’t judge her

Still got them **** that would get you whacked for the freeski

I don’t know what happened to the opps, I ain’t seen them

Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neiman's

If that pussy ain’t lasered or it’s waxed, I can’t eat it

All this ice on my body got me froze, I’m anemic

Old soul, young ****, but this a blick not a beeper

Kidnap a **** bitch for that ransom, lil' teacher

She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer

All facts