Lyrics

Facts, I seen it comin', now I'm touchin' hella money Know I do this shit for real, You better not doubt this shit for nothin' I don't need no blick I'll punch you in your shit for all that bluffin' I don't need no bitch that keep they hand out to ask for somethin' I be on that 'bituary shit, cemetery shit Bloody Mary shit, look in the mirror, leave no evidence I done got my mind right, I know just what to do Yellow man, Pikachu, these choppers pop up out the blue Woah, I can't beef if that boy broke, swole as hell like cantaloupe Niggas ain't even hittin' shit, but rockin' out on camera, though Drop a million 'bout my fam, on my son, don't give a damn Niggas tryna get my recipe, no green eggs and ham They done got me in that mode, I'm a bitch if I go fold Brodie tell me trust my pole, if they move in, I gotta blow If that pussy drop a soul, drop a bomb right by the door Referee gon' get his ass smacked for tryna up the score Niggas wanna shake my hand, but they be with the other side That's how your lil' brother died, said this shit a thousand times Let my pain out in the booth, I know I'm not bulletproof The way I let this chopper blow, you would think I could play a flute Facts, I seen it comin', now I'm touchin' hella money Know I do this shit for real, You better not doubt this shit for nothin' I don't need no blick, I'll punch you in your shit for all that bluffin' I don't need no bitch that keep they hand out to ask for somethin' I be on that 'bituary shit, cemetery shit Bloody Mary shit, look in the mirror, leave no evidence I done got my mind right, I know just what to do Yellow man, Pikachu, these choppers pop up out the blue All them niggas hoes for sure, I hit this switch, you see a blur Yeah, I know I'm just eighteen, but make his BM call me sir You ever had a dream that you was stuck up on a murder scene? Ever hit a move and came back home with hundreds in your jeans? If I let it make me mad, then I'm a bitch, I'm in my bag Pussy playin' hide and seek, soon as I catch him, he get smashed She can talk shit all she want with her lil' stinkin' dirty ass Filled my spots up with them bags, and ever since, been havin' cash I been poppin' rubber bands, I don't even touch advance You ain't never spinned the block, You don't know 'bout what I'm sayin' Niggas dummy, they think everything funny I'm the one who fuck your mommy, I'm the one don't go for nothin' (Blaow) Facts, I seen it comin', now I'm touchin' hella money Know I do this shit for real You better not doubt this shit for nothin' I don't need no blick, I'll punch you in your shit for all that bluffin' I don't need no bitch that keep they hand out to ask for somethin' I be on that 'bituary shit, cemetery shit Bloody Mary shit, look in the mirror, leave no evidence I done got my mind right, I know just what to do Yellow man, Pikachu, these choppers pop up out the blue
Writer(s): Victor Lassila, Linderius Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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