Facts Freestyle

[Intro]
Ayy, yup, yup
Keep goin'
Shit, oh, you dead wrong
Uh, uh, uh
(Noisy on the beat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Six shit, get your bitch hit
Your man died, know you dead wrong
Uh, you know we keep goin'
Come on

[Verse 1]
Uh, come on
We gon' get him gone (Gone)
Your mans died and he ain't slide, you know you dead wrong
My mama looked me in my eyes, she said I'm livin' wrong
I tell my mama all the time that I'ma make it home (Go)
I caught that case, the judge told me I won't come at home
Crazy told me if I keep my pole, then I'ma live long
Tell my opps they better tighten up and get they head on
'Cause I'ma knock that bitch off and give his ass a head stone (Forget peace)
We get war with the city, so we finna buy some more sticks
Heard you rollin' on them corners, finna run with your shit (Rob his ass)
Put that gun down, your pussy ass won't blow shit (Goofy)
Stupid-ass nigga fucked around and got your bro hit

[Interlude]
Stupid-ass nigga fucked around and got your bro hit
Stupid-ass nigga, fuck around and get your mama hit
Stupid-ass nigga, fuck around and get your bitch hit
Ah, ah, ah, ah, everybody screamin', "Six shit" (Come on)

[Verse 2]
Uh, everybody screamin', "Six" (Gang)
I got some members from the dirt and got some killers in the bricks
We got them junkies goin' stupid, they be killin' for a nickel
Dumb nigga moved it stupid, he got hit up with this bitch
I got the devil in my head, he screamin', "Shoot him in his shit" (Shh)
I'm finna shoot him in his head and watch his fuckin' noodles split
Frontline when I'm shootin', I be on some movie shit
I be shootin' fourty-three, but I ain't on no hoopin' shit
I got some niggas, they be robbin', trappin', scammin', they some killers with me (Gang)
Ape shit, niggas go gorilla with me (Go, baow)
You ain't in that field with me, you ain't out here drillin' with me
I say, "Fuck 'em all", fuck around and drill the city
Nigga, I'm big six, I don't fear nobody
Nigga always dissin' in them songs, ain't kill nobody
Nigga feel some tipe of way, how he gon' go 'bout it? (How?)
Nigga say he miss his bro, nigga, blow smoke 'bout it
If a nigga blow smoke, better know he gon' choke 'bout it
I done seen bro kill a nigga, sit down (Damn) and joke 'bout it
I done seen a nigga catch a case and tell he know 'bout it
Nigga's name all over a paper, he done sat down and wrote 'bout it (Fuckin' rat)
Talk about my top, bitch, I'm so out it
I can't fuck with bitches 'cause they so childish
Blowin' up my phone, man, this ho wildin'
Crazy lookin' down, know my bro smilin'
In the name of him, we swing that chop and drop the window, kick a door 'bout it (Noisy on the beat)

[Outro]
Six shit, nigga, get your bitch hit (Baow)
Drop the racks on a rat head, get a snitch hit (Baow)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Yeah, yeah), nigga get your mama hit (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga blowin' all the smoke (Yeah, yeah), nigga, we brought drummers, bitch (Real drummer)