Текст песни Hotboy Wes (feat. BigWalkDog, Big Scarr) - Facts

[Intro]
(Drvmlord)

[Verse 1]
Why she threw a fit like a nigga ain't shit?
Went to jail, she was fucking on my partner (Partner)
I ain't had the Scat two weeks, crash that
Scratch matte black on the Robin (Skrrt)
Real street nigga, I still do a feature for some motherfuckin' P's and a choppa (Come on, on me)
Ridin' 'round town, two Dracs, Gucci G's on my sleeves
See the snakes on my collar (Drip)
Yeah, he kinda young, but he talk that shit
All white Benz, what I bought my bitch (I bought my bitch)
Nigga, you a fool if you stalk that bitch (What?)
Where the drank at? Let me Wock' my piss (Wock')
Nigga, where was you when I caught my lick? (Lick)
Pussy ass niggas ain't talking 'bout shit
When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, it's a grudge (A grudge)
Hit your stream, make him sleep in the tub (Tub)
Section 8, bitch, I come from the mud (Mud)
Gеt the dope, fuck a ho, none abovе (Above)
If it's slow, hit the blow with the re-rock (Re-rock)
This a Rollie, no motherfuckin' G-Shock (What?)
Never snitch, fuck a motherfuckin' plea out (Plea out)
From the dirt, rocking Dior like Reebok (Splash)

[Chorus]
You a bitch and you know it, nigga (Know you a ho, facts)
Had a burner, but ain't blow it, nigga (Blow it, nigga, yeah)
Hundred round drum for a nigga (Cap, splat)
I'll die 'fore I avoid a nigga (Splat)
That's on my mama (Facts)

[Verse 2]
I'll chase a sack 'fore I suck a old pussy (Jugg')
Duck on a nigga like my name was Boogie
But I'm big Crippin' like my name was Tookie (Crip)
Spinnin' like a Forgi', I clutch on a fully (Baow, baow)
Bitch, where the gloves? I can't touch on no bullets (What?)
I got the lo' on the blow and a bullet (Woo)
I use to trap out the Chevron (Chevron)
If dope get slung, get to headrun (Run)
If she goat with the throat, get her hair done
Why you pick out now? You ain't scare none (Ah)
Foreign ass
Young nigga chasin' that blue cheese
Pull up on the scene like, "Ooh-wee"
Nigga, she a thotie, she a groupie
Nigga fix with the clip, make a movie (Facts, facts)
Came from the bottom, that's spooky
Now I'm 1017, like, ooh, gee
If you wrote a statement, that make you a stud (Pussy)
I'm from the bottom, I slept on a rug (Wow)
Drip in designer, I'm fly like a dove
I'm mixing Promethazine in my Crush
She on my dick, yeah, I'm making her blush
Bitch, I got rich, I'm the shit like a flush

[Chorus]
You a bitch and you know it, nigga (Know you a ho, facts, for real)
Had a burner, but ain't blow it, nigga (Blow it, nigga, yeah)
Hundred round drum for a nigga (Splat)
I'll die 'fore I avoid a nigga
That's on my mama (Facts)