FACTS lyrics

(Verse 1: SG Tony 2x) I’m finna go spend on his block I finna go knock off his top n*gga you not from the hood so n*gga stop all that cap n*gga you a pus*y my n*gga I’m really big dog I can tell you a rat don’t want no smoke I gotta 100 round drum that hoe come with a tec n*gga stop playing I got a 100 round drum on the beam my n*gga I let that b*tch sing I ain’t really trippin’ I slide with my team I’m never gone fold I stay with that lean said he want beef I got on him started wiping his nose like he was f*ckin baby we live in the trenches lil n*gga I feel like cocaine back in the 80s I with my guy and I’m drippin too much don’t give a f*ck not giving a f*ck f*ckin yo b*tch she giving it up past it to my n*gga whippin it up

(Verse 2: Shaquees) Shaquee I got 357 send yo ass to f*ck heaven pull up in a Chevy on yo muthaf*cken block remember them days selling them rocks don’t come on my muthaf*cken block get yo ass shot cause I’m willing too pop yo f*ckin top I f*cked a lotta b*tches in my time if the ass fat she a dime f*cked a b*tch from the behind she on her she sucking me and I’m Ooouuuwwweee (Ooouuuwwweee)

(Verse 3: SG Tony 2x) Aye you know I stay with the heat you know I’m finna slide can’t do no Cappin you can tell he weak I remember I was on the block selling to them fiens my n*gga had to go to get some racks remember them times I was dissing lil n*gga he f*cked around bro snitch on me getting rat really can’t f*ck with these n*ggas and I did it he in the penitentiary but I was only trippin I had to get me some money I had to go get it n*ggas be trippin n*gga I stayed on the block running sh*t like 24 fitness pus*y ass n*gga I can tell the n*gga wasn’t with it b*tch b*tch

n*gga stop playing you don’t want no smoke got 100 round drum not doing no cappin I aim for the neck and aim for the throat don’t give a f*ck f*ckin yo b*tch she really a thot I stay with stick n*gga play me I wipe his nose like he gotta f*ckin nose summon the sh*t b*tch gang