Facts lyrics

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Facts, n*gga, we gon' always run them strips up
And when I'm pouring up mud, I'm pouring big cups
Facts, n*gga, n*ggas better watch they b*tch, bruh
'Cause they choosing a P, I'm getting strips, bro
Facts, n*gga, we gon' always run them strips up
And when I'm pouring up mud, I'm pouring big cups
Facts, n*gga, n*ggas better watch they b*tch, bruh
'Cause they choosing a P, I'm getting strips, bro

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
I'ma always keep that sack on me
I just spiked this lil sprite with some high tech lean
Diamonds shinin all day and night ‘cause, these nights be beast
Watch yo b*tch, because if she choose, I'ma grind her beef
Seese all that talkin like you boomin, that is not yo lead
Them is ones they ain’t no blues in your rockstar jeans
Keep it real, let’s tell the truth, them is not yo jeans
On the plug he just abused all this high priced lean
Facts, n*gga we ain’t talkin unless it’s racks, n*gga
Ling ling boppin all week, for [?] and Benjis
Keep that 40 on me, for silly billy
It's a scope and all types of beams up on this glizzy
Plug talking, you know me I gets the drugs [?]
f*ck with a pig, come see how quick the plug proppin
Plug talking, you know me I gets the drugs [?]
f*ck with a pig, come see how quick the plug proppin
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Facts, n*gga, we gon' always run them strips up
And when I'm pouring up mud, I'm pouring big cups
Facts, n*gga, n*ggas better watch they b*tch, bruh
'Cause they choosing a P, I'm getting strips, bro
Facts, n*gga, we gon' always run them strips up
And when I'm pouring up mud, I'm pouring big cups
Facts, n*gga, n*ggas better watch they b*tch, bruh
'Cause they choosing a P, I'm getting strips, bro

[Verse 2: Good Finnesse]
Go get a bag, I'm at Nemons or Sacks
I just bust down my A.P., got you n*ggas mad
44, ain't no talking, my fit in a coffen
My diamonds dance like M.J., hitting the moonwalk
Big ass bands with the juice, we call that perc talking
Lean lean bopping with Chun Lee, we call that [?] talking
Been had [?] been bust Roley, and been rocking Fendy
You n*ggas broke, and I ain't f*cking with snitches
b*tch [?] wilding and styling
You know this Good Finesse year, b*tch, I'm getting them blues
f*cking with the Stinc Team, bro, you bound to lose
And I've been killing all these b*tches, you can see from the [?]
[?] hopping out, young n*gga flexing
[?] we ain't get it from [?]
Get it all out the mud, b*tch, I had to get my cake up
You n*ggas going broke, man, I had to switch my lanes up