"Just Facts" lyrics
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah
She suckin' dick every night, this bitch spoilin' me
This nigga run off with some pape', he been avoidin' me
I only wanna hang around niggas who got more than me
I got turnt, then everybody started supportin' me
Hmm
He thirty mil' up, my old-head just turned forty-three
I see you fell in love with that bitch, she a whore to me
Tryna flex with fifty racks, that shit poor to me
He ran off with a brick, I got him whacked for a quarter key
Think twice 'fore you think about horsin' me
I'm 5'9", it's only right that I buy the Royce for me
Hmm, yeah
Yeah, I just bought my bitch twenty bags in the past year
If I don't make at least an M, I had a bad year
I don't know what else to buy, I got mad gear
Before you try and go and flex, make sure that tab clear
Nigga, come and place your order, I'm a cashier
I ain't gotta hit the bank, I got cash here
You just got your ass done, bring your ass here
Every club that I'm in, I got mag here
I'll hit the club and throw ten, then I'm walkin' out
Niggas sayin' that it's up with me, what you talkin' 'bout?
Shoot him dead in his shit, he ain't talkin' now
Nigga kept sayin' he a stepper, he ain't walkin' now
This an old-school MAC-11, I'm at Hawkins now
I just fucked a bitch so good, now she stalkin' now
Hmm
If it ain't about no pape', I ain't poppin' out
All my niggas love work, we ain't droppin' out
We gon' take this shit to trial, we ain't coppin' out
They just gave lil' cuz two years, go'n and knock it out
You an internet thug, this what clout about
Caught a nigga on the rebound and I boxed him out
Man, tell me why this pussy so good, I need answers
No wonder why she keep her pussy bald, she a cancer
Bust on her face, she cleaned it up, she got manners
Do you got a man? Baby, it don't even matter
I ain't got a wife right now, I'm livin' as a bachelor
I got legal pape', I bought a Rollie out of Tappers
Hmm
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the shit," bitch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that shit, I just show it
All I gotta do is look at a bitch, then she going
You won't never catch me measurin' no drank, I just pour it
Drink my cup, then I beat a bitch down, now I'm snoring
Blick on me, then the hook get behind me, now I'm flooring
When I pass the ball to you, better make sure you score it
I can't even be around this bitch too long 'cause she boring
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the shit," bitch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that shit, I just show it
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah
She suckin' dick every night, this bitch spoilin' me
This nigga run off with some pape', he been avoidin' me
I only wanna hang around niggas who got more than me
I got turnt, then everybody started supportin' me
Hmm
He thirty mil' up, my old-head just turned forty-three
I see you fell in love with that bitch, she a whore to me
Tryna flex with fifty racks, that shit poor to me
He ran off with a brick, I got him whacked for a quarter key
Think twice 'fore you think about horsin' me
I'm 5'9", it's only right that I buy the Royce for me
Hmm, yeah
Yeah, I just bought my bitch twenty bags in the past year
If I don't make at least an M, I had a bad year
I don't know what else to buy, I got mad gear
Before you try and go and flex, make sure that tab clear
Nigga, come and place your order, I'm a cashier
I ain't gotta hit the bank, I got cash here
You just got your ass done, bring your ass here
Every club that I'm in, I got mag here
I'll hit the club and throw ten, then I'm walkin' out
Niggas sayin' that it's up with me, what you talkin' 'bout?
Shoot him dead in his shit, he ain't talkin' now
Nigga kept sayin' he a stepper, he ain't walkin' now
This an old-school MAC-11, I'm at Hawkins now
I just fucked a bitch so good, now she stalkin' now
Hmm
If it ain't about no pape', I ain't poppin' out
All my niggas love work, we ain't droppin' out
We gon' take this shit to trial, we ain't coppin' out
They just gave lil' cuz two years, go'n and knock it out
You an internet thug, this what clout about
Caught a nigga on the rebound and I boxed him out
Man, tell me why this pussy so good, I need answers
No wonder why she keep her pussy bald, she a cancer
Bust on her face, she cleaned it up, she got manners
Do you got a man? Baby, it don't even matter
I ain't got a wife right now, I'm livin' as a bachelor
I got legal pape', I bought a Rollie out of Tappers
Hmm
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the shit," bitch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that shit, I just show it
All I gotta do is look at a bitch, then she going
You won't never catch me measurin' no drank, I just pour it
Drink my cup, then I beat a bitch down, now I'm snoring
Blick on me, then the hook get behind me, now I'm flooring
When I pass the ball to you, better make sure you score it
I can't even be around this bitch too long 'cause she boring
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think you the shit," bitch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that shit, I just show it
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
