Facts Lyrics – BG Lil Pat
(he on x games mode)
What
Do it yeah, do it yeah
What (what)
Now we smoking on harvey
Roll up another wood while we up in the party
f*ck Tay he sorry
Lil dre’ got hit up now he up there with marky
Cash boy got hit up
lil tory got shot like a *** took pictures
f*ck chris forget him
But i guess it was cause of that guy that was with him
And i’m still with the low ***
Lo Jack blew his self guess he up on some slow ***
Lil facts on go *** ,call up jv wit the glock gon throw ***
Lil money gone blow ***
Last time i checked the score niggas down like 0-6
Hit a stain we poking
Pack got me ***, got me losing focus
Show me, my opponent, but i put it on chris that thesе niggas don’t want it
And i’m staying in my lane
Niggas ain’t on ***
I ain’t worried bout a thing
Turn a *** to a frame
Hе was screaming f*ck bandz now we turn it into a game
With the glock, i aim send shots at his top knock his noodles out his brain
Four,three what i claim,chris mo got cracked that was hot *** flame
And i’m cooling with the gang
Catch me on the low end, yeah you know i’m bullet gang
Duck v they some lames
Catch them lacking that’s another body added to the names
B and’ em do your gang
And in it for the money, give a f*ck bout the fame
Lil tay got f*cked up, hot *** went in but i guess a *** lucked up
In the field, *** what’s up?
He actin tough of the pills, smoke his ass *** tough luck
(in the field, *** what’s up?
He actin tough of the pills, smoke his ass *** tough luck
*** tough luck,he tough off the pills smoke his ass,*** tough luck)
Now lets speak facts,cross west BD gang its 069th where we at
And we smokin on jacks, ain had to *** him turn himself to a pack
Yea,chick,he a rat,they snitch on each other but f*ck allat
Can’t go like who? the exotic man his ass gon deuce
Kc with me too,twin glocks you don’t want to see them boy act a fool
Sneak dissing on gang,nine to the nine we’ll stay in our lane
And i’m smoking on bang,f*ck ask doug they not on the thing
In a foreign switching lanes
Got a bad lil *** and she trying to meet the gang
.45 go “bow” i was bussin of the meds i was trying to cool down
Now its a man down,marky tried to fight got put in the ground
And tez ass dead too
Fat kelz couldn’t run, he got hit in the head
Ouu
.45 got a mop stick can’t run cause this wet glock ***
Thirty rounds in the glock we pop ***
Man down somebody got chopped quick
Smoke tory to the face,we off it
E.t got put in the coffin
Can’t slide through the strip,playing offense,shoot innocents yall ain’t up ***
Hit the switch one time and its called a glitch
Do it yeah,do it yeah
