All Facts lyrics

[Intro]
(Tumblr music)
(Haha, n*ggas crazy)
All facts
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man)
Slatt, say what? What?

[Chorus]
You know I love you, I give you my heart (Say what?)
You know I trust you, I give you my heart (Say what? What?)
I let you have my kids, you's a bad b*tch (What? What?)
n*gga, f*ck them pigs (Let's go), I don't f*ck with pigs (Let's go, let's go, grrah, grrah, bleh, bleh)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, my life so crazy
I was at the clinic, tryna get an abortion
Damn, I'm mad I did it
Damn, I'm mad I did it (Damn, I'm mad I did it)
I don't know where them riches, that's why I had the biddie
Ha, that's why I had the biddie
But I love my future kid, I put in my music (What? What? Say what?)
I'm just thinkin' about bein' rich, I ain't never snoozin' (Say what?)
I'm just thinkin' about bein' rich (What?), I ain't never losin' (I ain't ever losin')
I ain't no loser, but these b*tches groupies
She so thick, she tryna give me that booty (Say what? What? Okay)
She throw it back, she tryna give me that coochie (Coochie)
Huh, come and bag me, I like makin' movies
[Chorus]
You know I love you, I give you my heart (Say what?)
You know I trust you, I give you my heart (Say what? What?)
I let you have my kids, you's a bad b*tch (What? What?)
n*gga, f*ck them pigs (Let's go), I don't f*ck with pigs (Let's go, let's go)

[Verse 2]
You think I'm gay? I just love my ho
Huh, you think I'm gay? I'm just bad ho (I'm just bad)
Yeah, I f*cked his b*tch, now he a mad ho (He a mad ho)
But that b*tch-ass n*gga ain't sh*t, b*tch, I pop tags, ho (b*tch)
You can see my shoes, you know they Jeremy Scotts
4.0 sh*t (Four point what?), can't cuff no broke b*tch (What?)
n*ggas jokes, b*tch (n*ggas jokes)
You ain't talkin' 'bout nun', I'll give your ho some strokes, b*tch
I'm a real rockstar, you see these tats (T-ha, n*ggas crazy, I'm with yo-young—)
I'm a real rockstar, don't you want me back? (I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man)
All me exes want me, they like "Nine, you on that"
She know that I stay on that, I don't even like to speak on wax
I got hoes tryna throat me, yeah (Hell yeah)
I got racks on me, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
n*ggas hoes, n*ggas weird (Say what?)
I got racks in my bank, I pop them tags