Facts

[Intro]
In the battle Arena
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
If he talkin' where he stay? I'm gone air this fuckin' Mac
I ain't playing with these lames, if you talkin' you get whacked
I be chillin' with the gang, and we all chasin' cash
You ain't shootin' you too pussy man we all know that's facts
You ain't with the shits all these rappers do is fucking cap
All my homies know I'm quick to grab the fucking strap
Always in the lake, yeah they knowing where the fuck I'm at
Smoking so much dope, yeah I'm smoking so much fucking gas
Yeah, perc got me on my ass, yeah
I'm so high up off the wax, yeah
I be livin' so damn fast, yeah
Grab the fucking twelve and they know what I'm a do
Smoking Honeyberry dropping ashes on my True's
Step up out the whip and they screaming cause it's Loo
Boutta hit a stain yeah I'm squeezing on my tool
Always got exotic, man they smoking on that fuu
Grab another wood and I'm rolling up some glue
In love with my cup you ain't sippin' on this brew
Rockin' with my brothers yeah I only got a few
Chillin' with your shawty and she off the fucking beans
Bitch you know what's up, yeah I tote the fucking beam
Had to cut them off cause they turned into some fiends
But now that I'm up yeah they want my fucking cheese
Always in the stu yeah I'm always with the team
See me doing good then they turn into the leach
Always got the good so they tryna fuck with me
Yeah, yeah they tryna fuck with me