Big Facts lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse 1]
Mic check, diamonds cost a nice check
Don't bite that, baby give me nice neck
Got a double cup, b*tch I'm finna spike that
I'm Slaughter Gang, b*tch, we be where the knifes at
I done slowed up, b*tch, I be poled up
No role tuts, I drank the real mud
That's my real bud, clip hold a whole dub
Hang with real Crips, n*gga, I'm a real Blood
I can make them touchdown when I scream, "Hut"
Lay your b*tch face down, that's a real butt
Let me see your tits, baby finna bust a nut
AP on me, doing the chicken head
Yeah, Rollie' on me, doing the stanky leg
Patek on me, Milly Rockin'
You half way, I'm really poppin'
Y'all n*ggas all cap and kill nothing
b*tch, I'm having mood swings 'cause I ain't sipped nothing
Whole pointers on me, n*gga, yeah them big nuggets
Sick and tired of eating noodles, time to flip something

[Chorus]
Got a big booty b*tch, I'm tryna bag that
12 come, we dropping bombs like Baghdad
Treat a n*gga main b*tch like a lab rat
Remember selling big grade out my backpack
I done made a couple million off the rap-rap
Run a train on your b*tch, she's a nat-nat
Big cajones on a stick, let it clap-clap
I'm the realest n*gga doing it and I'm big facts