Laso - Facts Only (Remix) lyrics
rate meFt. Keion Bell, Sean Brown
(Verse)
Been wackin' high since 92'
25 fake, facts on me
No breaks on me, I won't crack on me
I spit crack on me, my crack on me
Believe me, I move that dope
Facts only, I'm fuckin' hot
Facts only, look at me now
I put my dick in the ground
I swear to god, I swear to god
You can't fuck with me now
Now you wid it, tryna tell me some? Huh?
Yo, homie, tryna tell me some?
Huh? You a fake ass phoney, homoie
Yo girl put the homies, huh huh
And I fly around cause I'm wild
Merky bitches in style
What's a murder case with no trial?
I'm a soldier, with some opus
No broke bitch is my ?
And 'em white folks just boosters
We on team flight, you on scooters
We got scouts in Becudas
Still a sniper, I'm a shooter
It's a headshot when I shoot 'em
I got a cannon, can't move it
And I'm savin' money, my Cupid(?)
(Hook)
I be goin' ham in the backpack
Dressin' all black with a backpack
Why you on my dick? No head fact
It's a spanks on me, smokin' to the rims
And the backpacks
Got a couple grand in the back, facts
Everyday you gotta let it stack , facts
It's just facts on me, I'm broke as fuck
Facts only, but I'm chasin' money, facts only
I be workin' hard, facts only
And it's work it off, facts only
The striper, worth it, the king worth it
The under? Worth it
Facts on me and baby worth it
(Verse)
Facts only, been ballin', check stats, homie
One samp' of these rap 2 9's and I
Got cash from the sack that's on me
Got the game on lock like a latch up on me
I'm too clean, not a scratch up on me
Dug a freshman list, I want it on yo bitch
My 16 so sweet, need a bracket on me
West side, nigga, with a whole lot of cash
And a sweet fill of hoes and a whole lot of hash
You ? out a pocket for a bitch
My dick on the ave, I'll neva need a pass for the bitch in my Jag
And you don't even gotta ask, when I'm goin' thru the crib
I'mma run thru mags, on her home thru facts
Nigga at me you can't call it
She'll turn at the corner in the mornin'
Been ballin' so long, think I might a sub
Not a talkin' so long
Think I might need a snugg
32 plus a vodka went glove
Killin' these bitches, no sympathy
Bloods hate my honesty for lushin' with sympathy
Rush on my enemies luck, see how to react
Then kill 'em then handcuff
They bodies is plexed, so fuck on a plat
Yo, nigga, that's facts
(Hook)
I be goin' ham in the backpack
Dressin' all black with a backpack
Why you on my dick? No head fact
It's a spanks on me, smokin' to the rims
And the backpacks
Got a couple grand in the back, facts
Everyday you gotta let it stack , facts
It's just facts on me, I'm broke as fuck
Facts only, but I'm chasin' money, facts only
I be workin' hard, facts only
And it's work it off, facts only
The striper, worth it, the king worth it
The under? Worth it
Facts on me and baby worth it
