Facts lyrics

[Intro]
(It ain't a Hit, it ain't Hit House)
Let's go
Haha, ayy, Big Yayski back
Oops, I mean Big Yavo back
Let's go (pus*y)

[Verse]
Ayy, grab two cups and pour up a deuce (Pour up a—)
Quickest way to get killed, thinking I ain't gon' shoot (Bah)
n*ggas be making sh*t up when they hop in the booth (For real)
When I hop on the mic', I'ma tell you the truth (No yap)
Damn, this filled my cup how I'm swerving the coupe (The coupe)
Widebody hugging the lane, kiss the curb, go smooch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, everyday I wake up and get loot
I catch a play out in Dallas, you can call me Yay Loot (Ayy, let's go)
It's so much smoke in the city, might start selling work (Slidin')
Some n*ggas never hopped out and slapped that b*tch in nеutral (Never)
You ain't nevеr been sopping like that since Kuka (Never)
Shawty stay down by her tits and new butt (For sure)
Two Glocks on me now, they got di*ks
Don't give two f*cks (No)
Come down by that Drac', hit a black and I boost up (Boost)
All racks, I might buy me a new truck (New)
My dawg changed, so I switched the roof up (Switch)
What the f*ck is up? (Let's go)
b*tch, it's Big Yayski and these n*ggas suck (Uh)
This n*gga made a diss, wanna response so I can blow 'em up (For real?)
And he say I'm pus*y
Ain't sh*t sweet, n*gga, come try your luck (Let's go)
Dumb f*ck
No n*ggas gon' trick around me 'cause them my baby bros (No cap)
If you diss off for me, I ain't gon' say too much
You play too much (Haha)
Mexican b*tch call me papi
I ain't talkin' Champagne, but I got Dracs in the cut (Dracs)
And we got bags for the low
You want some bud? Just hit me, got Dray in the cut (Bud)
Shawty just added me, that liquor in my cup
This double cup is Tess (Dumbass)
These n*ggas mad that I blew, they been rapping, ain't won yet (Run)
Yeah, I got shot, but on God, been on point since
Never said I'm a killer, never talking on pillars
Got power like Austin, no Rivers (Let's go)
Dray come running like Michael on Thriller
Reach for my neck, hit the switch, make it jiggle (Frrt)
I guess it's a monkey on my back
Right when I'm just chillin', they tryna change
A n*gga come did sh*t (Damn)
Ayy, what your issue is?
Why you telling the folks all of the business still? (Why?)
Oh, I know what it is
This n*gga think he Foolio from Jacksonville (Haha)
How you smoking on all these opps that you ain't actually kill?
Bro wan' blow so bad, you can have this sh*t (You can have it)
If it was up to me, I would just have some M's (Bags)
Sometimes I don't be feeling this sh*t (Don't)
These rap n*ggas be senseless sh*t
Free slime, they show me how snaky it can get
n*ggas really wake up and start hatin' and sh*t
Ayy, young n*gga, listen, you ain't gotta be gangster
Stay in yo' lane and get you some paper
Go buy your mama a house, put some sh*t on the table (sh*t on the—)
Let me switch up the subject and talk 'bout this flavor
I got a plug out in Cali' connected like cable
Ricky my trust, I'm 'bout sharp as a razor (Sharp)
I wake up, go get the bread like a baby (Go get it)
I wake up, pour up that gritty and sip maple (Let's go)
I pull up bouncing, slidin' Maybach in April
I be on that pape' more than staples
Thumb through that pape' and I make shawty wet (Let's go)
I don't f*ck with the opps, crazy
Shout out to Sett, pus*y