Letra de Facts - Hotboy Wes

(Drvmlord)

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)

Get the dope, fuck a ho, none above (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)

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)

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

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)

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