Facts

Taj Money

Yeah

YSL

See I got a couple **** on the road (road)

And some in the trap

I got a couple **** on the go

I got a couple bitches on my back

None of my ****, they ain't ever told (told)

And yeah that's a fact

None of my ****, they ain't ever fold

Shots for my **** never coming back

Shots for my **** never coming back (back)

And yeah that's a fact

None of my ****, they ain't ever told

That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack

I got a couple **** on the road (road)

And some in the trap

I got a couple **** on the go

Shots for my **** never coming back

See I heard a couple **** try to line me

And you know the rest

New baby Nina dripping on my body

See you could get stretched

You gettin' money, I couldn't care less

Got some honey's turned into a finesse

Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya

Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher

Hit your momma house, know you got the message

Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless

Raid the condo, draggin' me by my necklace

I don't get tired, lil' ****, I be restless

I was trappin', eating noodles for breakfast

Took a loss and bounced it back like a checker

Police took a couple sticks last summer

We was glizzy, le buteur so Texas

Some **** still ten toes in these streets

Still get you anything for the cheap

Young and connected like the letter V

Name a youngin's been more realer than me

I just put some gold all over my teeth

Giuseppe steppin' how we roll in the streets

Hit a new stage at age of fourteen

My **** just hit a stain last week

I put the nina to a **** cheek (shh)

The **** don't speak

Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat

You in the streets then you know how it be

Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap

But I ain't never said a name in my track

I told that **** I'm only speaking facts

And uh, and that's on the trap

See I got a couple **** on the road (road)

And some in the trap

I got a couple **** on the go

I got a couple bitches on my back

None of my ****, they ain't ever told (told)

And yeah that's a fact

None of my ****, they ain't ever fold

Shots for my **** never coming back

Shots for my **** never coming back (back)

And yeah that's a fact

None of my ****, they ain't ever told

That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack

I got a couple **** on the road (road)

I got a couple **** in the trap

I got a couple **** on the go

Shots for my **** never coming back

See I ain't have to scheme

Taliban be on my team

I know some twins that will hit you with these

Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece

Osama twin llama, choppa siamese

Lookin' for me pack me up in the B's

Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze

I know some kids who do hits for some trees

Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed

Word to my chain, heard my city in gold

My bitches solid then they know that I'm told

My **** solid, they are hard as a brick

Yeah I'm talking 'bout a plus 36

Word to my chain, heard my city in gold

My bitches solid, then they know that I'm told

My **** solid, they are hard as a brick

Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a plus 36

See I got a couple **** on the road (road)

And some in the trap

I got a couple **** on the go

I got a couple bitches on my back

None of my ****, they ain't ever told (told)

And yeah that's a fact

None of my ****, they ain't ever fold

Shots for my **** never coming back

Shots for my **** never coming back (back)

And yeah that's a fact

None of my ****, they ain't ever told

That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack

I got a couple **** on the road (road)

I got a couple **** in the trap

I got a couple **** on the go

Shots for my **** never coming back, woah