Just Facts lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah

[Verse]
She suckin' di*k every night, this b*tch spoilin' me
This n*gga run off with some pape', he been avoidin' me
I only wanna hang around n*ggas who got more than me
I got turnt, then everybody started supportin' me
Hmm
He thirty mil' up, my old-head just turned forty-three
I see you fell in love with that b*tch, she a whore to me
Tryna flex with fifty racks, that sh*t poor to me
He ran off with a brick, I got him whacked for a quarter key
Think twice 'fore you think about horsin' me
I'm 5'9", it's only right that I buy the Royce for me
Hmm, yeah
Yeah, I just bought my b*tch twenty bags in thе past year
If I don't make at least an M, I had a bad yеar
I don't know what else to buy, I got mad gear
Before you try and go and flex, make sure that tab clear
n*gga, come and place your order, I'm a cashier
I ain't gotta hit the bank, I got cash here
You just got your ass done, bring your ass here
Every club that I'm in, I got mag here
I'll hit the club and throw ten, then I'm walkin' out
n*ggas sayin' that it's up with me, what you talkin' 'bout?
Shoot him dead in his sh*t, he ain't talkin' now
n*gga kept sayin' he a stepper, he ain't walkin' now
This an old-school MAC-11, I'm at Hawkins now
I just f*cked a b*tch so good, now she stalkin' now
Hmm
If it ain't about no pape', I ain't poppin' out
All my n*ggas love work, we ain't droppin' out
We gon' take this sh*t to trial, we ain't coppin' out
They just gave lil' cuz two years, go'n and knock it out
You an internet thug, this what clout about
Caught a n*gga on the rebound and I boxed him out
Man, tell me why this pus*y so good, I need answers
No wonder why she keep her pus*y bald, she a cancer
Bust on her face, she cleaned it up, she got manners
Do you got a man? Baby, it don't even matter
I ain't got a wife right now, I'm livin' as a bachelor
I got legal pape', I bought a Rollie out of Tappers
Hmm
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the sh*t," b*tch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that sh*t, I just show it
All I gotta do is look at a b*tch, then she going
You won't never catch me measurin' no drank, I just pour it
Drink my cup, then I beat a b*tch down, now I'm snoring
Blick on me, then the hook get behind me, now I'm flooring
When I pass the ball to you, better make sure you score it
I can't even be around this b*tch too long 'cause she boring
[Outro]
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the sh*t," b*tch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that sh*t, I just show it
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)