Fact check / Baller (feat. Pablo Skywalkin)

Mortal Kombat how I stay on attack, you better watch out where your cap at

Lil bitch thinkin' that she a snack, but I'm wondering where the packs at

Always know that I'm speakin' the truth, my **** ain't never had to fact check

**** ain't never had a fat check, probably only had some fat sex

I'ma step back, that's inna net(internet), you verified, then send a check

I'ma stretch big, her center wet, ain't no rookie I bent the vet

Might as well call me Jumping Jacks cause I'm movin' racks

How true is that? No we won't shoot where yo shoe is at

I'm only aiming for the noodle cap

I got pull but I'ma push it back, ain't get them bars? then run it back

Ain't got no car then run a sack, no cap this comin' off the cap

Yo bitch bark cause she want my sap, in the park and she on my lap

After dark and she took a nap, I'm too far you gon' need a map

I'm a star, don't need a lamp, on par just with the champ

No drip, you lookin' damp, fuck with me we march your camp

Hope you ain't out there with your fam, broski nem don't get no damn

Mortal Kombat how I stay on attack, you better watch out where your cap at

Lil bitch thinkin' that she a snack, but I'm wondering where the packs at

Always know that I'm speakin' the truth, my **** ain't never had to fact check

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Fuck what they say, fuck how they feel

Young rich ****, I ain't even got a deal

Four chains on make a bitch get the chills

She know she love me, but I don't love her

Don't wanna fuck her, I just dog her

Hit her once and I don't even fucking call her

All these bands on me, bitch, I'm a baller

Getting, money, that's some shit that I taught her

Getting money, that's some shit that she do

Just left Prada and I bought all the shoes

**** act crazy, then his ass made the news

Who the fuck is you? Boy, you kinda new

Bitch, I'm too sick, think I caught the flu

All my **** wild, so I brought the zoo

All I talk is money, I be part Jew

Bands green & blue like a cartoon

Shot the crib up, make your mama move

Like Beast Boy, the clips bannanna too

Yeah, we got them bars, but we'll handle you

Shinin' like the stars, got my candle blew

I can count on you, if you from that avenue

She gon' get that check, then she gon' bounce on you

**** told on me, he in the tattle crew

Now he wanna fight he on that battle juice

Bitch, we'll let them hammers loose