Ay
She love the way I do it
I ain’t never stressing
I lost it all before
But then I learned a lesson
None of it don’t make you
Fuck all yo possessions
My cousin ran off on them niggas
They ain’t never catch em
And now they like lil niggas is yo turn
I hope you brought that heat
Because they wanna always feel that burn
I hope you wants yo pockets on clump and never shrunk
I hope you never runnin wit it
If it’s not confirmed my nigga
Yea, wassup though
My city good
I got a pack I’m running through
It’s understood
If it green the we don’t do it
Rather money or weed
They know what we on
I’m in LA shoutout to nip
We on a marathon
Because I been dropping back to back
They know I got it that’s a fact
That tried to play I doubled back
I ain’t no rap nigga
I’m breaking down this tree of life
Like what’s the hatch nigga
If you ain’t talkin bout no bread
Ima get right witcha
Ima get right witcha
Yea Ima get
Ima get right witcha
Ima get
Ima get right witcha
Maybe tomorrow
Look up momma ya son is a star
Never thought I’d take this far
She starring im like get yo picture
Me and my home girl
Roll up like they cut off our leg
I run it though my niggas rollin up they woods like a peg
100 though they say that real shit spread out like it’s a plague
I wanted her but I said fuck ima roll up instead let’s get it
Yea!
You know I do that shit for my niggas
And the whole world
2 times!
Ya dig
Aww man, roll up one time for me though
Ay Juice I know you and TB was waitin for this one
Ay!
Facts was written by Duvon Wiley.
Facts was produced by Lost Son.