Facts

Aye, grab two cups and pour up a deuce

Quickest way to get killed, thinking I ain't gon' shoot

**** be making shit up when they hop in the booth

When I hop on the mic, I'ma tell you the truth

Damn near spilled my cup how I'm swerving this coupe

Widebody hugging the lane, kiss the curb, go smooch

Aye, everyday I wake up and get loot

I catch your plate out in Dallas, you can call me Yay Loot

It's so much smoke in the city, I might start selling work

Some **** never hopped out and slapped that bitch neutral

You ain't never been sopping like that since Kuka

Shawty stay down by her tits and new butt

Two Glocks on me and now they got dicks

Don't give two fucks

Come down on that Drac', hit a black and I boost up

All racks, I might buy me a new truck

My dawg changed, so I switched the roof up

What the fuck is up? (Let's go)

Bitches be Yay skin, these **** Suck

This **** made a diss, wanna a response so I can blow 'em up

And he say I'm pussy

Ain't shit sweet, ****, come try your luck

Dumb fuck, no **** who gon' trick around me 'cause that's my baby bros

If this song for me

I ain't gon' say too much, you play too much

Mexican bitch call me papi

I ain't talking Champagne, but I got Dracs in the cut

And we got bags for the low

You want some bud? Just hit me, got Dray in the cut

Shawty just added me liquor in my cup

These double cup is Tess

These **** mad that I blew, they been rapping, ain't won yet

Yeah, I got shot, but on God, been on point since

Never said I'm a killer

Never talking on pillars

Got power like Austin, no Rivers

Dray come running like Michael on Thriller

Reef on my neck, hit the switch, make it jiggle

I guess it's a monkey on my back

Right when I'm just chilling and trying to change, a **** come did shit

Aye, what your issue is?

Why you telling the folks all of the business still?

Oh, I know what it is

This **** think he Foolio from Jacksonville

How you smoking on all these opps that you ain't actually kill?

Bro wanna blow so bad, you can have this shit

If it was up to me, I would just have some Ms

Sometimes I don't be feeling this shit

These rap **** be on some sissy lil' shit

Free Slime, they show me how snaky it can get

**** really wake up and hating and shit

Aye, young ****, listen, you ain't gotta be gangsta

Stay in yo' lane and get you some paper

Buy your mama a house, put some shit on the table

Let me switch up the subject and talk 'bout this flavor

I got a plug out in Cali' connected like cable

Rick my trust, hop as sharp as a razor

I wake up, go get the bread like a bagel

I wake up, pour up that grit and sip maple

I pull up bouncing

Sliding Maybach in April

I be on that pape' more staples

Thumb through that pape' and I make shawty wet

I don't fuck with the opps, crazy, shout out to Sett, pussy