Speak Facts

[Intro]
Hey man you know what it is foo
Lil Weirdo - Playa Mob in this bitch
Come on now
They be like “ay Lil Weirdo, why your homies tripping bro?”
Ay like man they ain’t tripping
They working you know
Peep game though

[Verse 1]
Hey what’s crackin’ with it foolie?
I’m spitting izm everytime my mouthpiece moving
Hey bitches jock like I’m a star in a movie
Since I was 15 bumping Hardini and knocking sloothies
Ay you a nerd
Who the fuck you fooling
I’m really from the streets
Hop the hooptie then get to cruising
I smoke bud but my boy off the pookie
That’s why he won’t hesitate
To bust out and get to shootin’
She heard my music
And it made her wanna dance on me
She work a 9 to 5
And she still run them bands for me
Hey fuck that we go broke and flu flamm on em
Yeah he was talking man
I had to put my hands on em
You sub me I’m sending you a direct message
Like what’s good? you got a issue homie press it
Hey let me know what’s the deal
We could handle it
I’m riding birds off the crack car counterfeits
Hey bitch you chose up on a street thug
You gotta pay up front there ain’t no refunds
You beat me up? I need my re-run
Didn’t have your bitch
We swiping her and her visa
Hey bitch you know what’s up though
She came through cause she trying to get fucked on
And I ain’t calling no Uber
You catch the bus hoe
Super politickin’ on insta, for what though?

[Hook]
Hey look
Let’s speak facts homie
Ay we don’t know where you be at homie
We don’t know nothin’ bout your lil trap homie
We don’t know nothin’ bout your lil stats homie
I give a fuck about your strap
You ain’t gon blast homie
Fuck what you say on the gram and your raps homie
So kick back or get hit with the kick back homie
You don’t know
We hit your shows
You find out fast homie

[Verse 2]
Hey fuck a verse 2
Just let me hit somethin’
We know about that show and your chain
How you did nothin’
Never been robbed
I just been snaked by a fake homie
It is what it is
I’m in the streets and I’m still thuggin’
Hey most these rappers been lame
But they thugs now
Hey fuck rap
We the ones who brought them thugs out
After this verse I’m a hit the streets right now
I’m locked in
I really been at the plugs house
From southern Cali
SD - stay dangerous
No license
Might pull up if you making payments
Cut that bitch off the first time she was flaking
I’m the man lil bitch
My time you ain’t wasting
Don’t come through
Hey popping out with your bling blouse
Hey you be mad
When you come out them buss downs
Hey like row and them raps acting tough now
I almost got a hoe pregnant
I wrap it up now
Hey for them dividends I’m in it to win
Hey forgive me lord
But I’m sinning again
And bitch they give me play
So knocked her on her kin
And my bro’s toe posin’ with gold
It is what it is

[Hook]
Hey look
Let’s speak facts homie
Ay we don’t know where you be at homie
We don’t know nothin’ bout your lil trap homie
We don’t know nothin’ bout your lil stats homie
I give a fuck about your strap
You ain’t gon blast homie
Fuck what you say on the gram and your raps homie
So kick back or get hit with the kick back homie
You don’t know
We hit your shows
You find out fast homie