Facts

[Intro: Kin$oul]
To Bass be the glory
What?
Uh, huh, yeah
I be poopin', bitch, I be zooted (What?)
(What?), yeah, ayy

[Chrous: Kin$oul, Skott Summerz & Bass Santana]
Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)
Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)
I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)
Only did it for the pay (Ayy)
Never was the one to play (Ayy)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a fade (Fade)
So we'll pull up with the 'K (Pull up with the 'K)
Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)
Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)
I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)
Only did it for the pay (What?)
Never was the one to play (Wait)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a fade (What?)
So we'll pull up with the 'K

[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
So you ain't suckin', you ain't fuckin', bitch, you might just have to go
I show love to my old lady but still disrespect the hoes
If you move wrong with my money, that might be your final move
I be servin' niggas' mommas, aunties, sisters, cousins too
I see undercover charges like these niggas' phones was dead
I see success in my future and it's gettin' to my head
You ain't shit, you can't tell me shit once I get this bread
Takin' risk, I been takin' risks, might jump off the edge

[Verse 2: Fynesse & Kin$oul]
Elemental, I might guard you bitch you
Guard your daughter, can't guard this pistol
Nigga, Avatar with the arrows pointed
Nigga, tell your bitch don't touch, Skott's anoiting
Papi got you, let her drive the foreign
Let her crash and make her pay it off
Quit the talk and you gon' pay the cost
Make a dirty bitch kiss the Mercedes gloss, yuh
Here we go, run up on me, you get pita-rolled
Tony Stark, I'm with the [?], shawty
Pop a pill and pop the horse off the 'Rari
She ain't suckin', she ain't fuckin'
Boy, you gotta let her go
'Cause this dick here, it ain't for free
Sometimes you gotta let 'em know (What?)

[Chorus: Kin$oul & Skott Summerz]
Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)
Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)
I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)
Only did it for the pay (Ayy)
Never was the one to play (Ayy)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a fade (Fade)
So we'll pull up with the 'K (Pull up with the 'K)
Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)
Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)
I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)
Only did it for the pay (Ayy)
Never was the one to play (Ayy)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a fade (Ayy)
So we'll pull up with the 'K

[Verse 3: Skott Summerz]
Bring the choppa, im the [?]
Foreign nightmares, crashin' new McLarens
Houdini [?], she keep disappearing
[?] the plug, no interference
You want so smoke so you could meet the [?]
My .380 trippin' and my Glock starin'
Residue from the pot smearin'
[?] so it go for clearance (Uh-huh)
I was trappin' [?] (Facts)
Pack strong, got a hernia (Never)
You said you lit, never heard of ya
Fuck you, nigga, I'm a bury ya
Said your plug [?]
I got a drop, I'ma kill the carrier (Uh-huh)
You sent your dogs but they Terriers
The dope stronger than malaria
Hey!

[Chorus: Kin$oul & Skott Summerz]
Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)
Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)
I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)
Only did it for the pay (Ayy)
Never was the one to play (Ayy)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a fade (Fade)
So we'll pull up with the 'K (Pull up with the 'K)
Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)
Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)
I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)
Only did it for the pay (Ayy)
Never was the one to play (Ayy)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a fade (Fade)
So we'll pull up with the 'K (Pull up with the 'K)