[Lyric] Facts (Mello/NLU Mell)

Ion smoke but got my homies smokin new opps(smokin new opps)
& Fuck that pole my bitch she went & bought a new Glock(gun sound)
Drill after drill the other side look like the boondocks(they shit empty)
When I catch him Im baby lane he gone be tupac(I got the juice now)

Fuck a demon bitch my squaddy full of monstas(squaddy)
& Fuck a glizzy we got 50s stuffed in choppas(gun sound)
Fuck a wifey the twin cities full of boppas(nasty bitch)
Its hoes & money team snitch k man fuck a talker(fuck kidgo)

The Opp's be put up we been slidin fa sum years(bitch I been slidin)
Spot a nigga it's like headlights on a deer (oh yea I got em)
Aiming fa yo top u betta watch ya еars (bitch free matty)
These niggas turnt me up I'm up anothеr gear (sis this fa u)

I Follow Opp's to the function like its twitter(bird call)
Jump out gang walk up gang give they ass the jitters(scream)
Click clack (gun sound) Shellz get in up in em like a splinter (bow bow bow bow)
Stomach shot a nigga put em onna shitter (fuckin shitty)

Or a Head shot that a get a nigga gone
Catch a m hell naw I'm not going home
I'm Skippin states im ducked off right where I belong(bitch I'm in cali)
& Free my killas we smoke jb out the bong (that Vince shit boo boo)
They like migo turn down shorty yo ass t'd (I go crazy)
Hell naw not till the whole Opp is r.i.p. (Fuck the Opp)
Forever Ridin for la bro I'm BCG (Bc ganggggggg)
We been winnin since we made 8 1 13

My bitches play these Niggas like some fucking phone apps
Niggas only sell 3.5s & swear they phone tapped (knock it off)
Boy I get straight to the paypay i need no map
These Niggas out here bad like a dike with no strap (u fuckin goofy)

These 223 stuffed wit them bullets size as a hogie
Ion fw phonies Free Bmoe free bogie
No turkey no beef just my ham niggas only
Say they hamk man these pussies betta show me

Keep it on me if I was u wouldn't run up on me
& I'm that nigga got yo bitch dropping her chonies

I'm in glo I'm like the Minnesota quevo
Sneak a nigga leave em dizzy jose quevo
Yeah they jumped I came poppin shit like faygo
100 shots so long I shoot until I k.o

Put this d up on yo bitch nba lock up
Shout out yo boo thing dropped y'all pin we finna pop up
Go get sum new whips cause all y'all impalas shot up
Call me Chef boy r 40 have yo body chopped up
& Let a nigga reach its merched I'm blowin quick fast
4nickle bullets hit yo top now u got whip lash
Yo money got that pussy fa u wit yo trick ass
Yo momma she a bitch too fa not swallowing yo bitch ass (Rae Santana)

These Niggas Fans These Niggas Lames These Niggas Rudies
Dissin the ham we drop yo homies wit the frooties (up inna drank)
S/o doodoo he a demon wit that toolie
I'll Punkin face a nigga swell em up like he tookie

Aim on Trey wild free Mr.38 baby
S/o Tm my niggas strapped up like the navy
Free tone land that boy a problem he go crazy (FTL)
Ain't wanna take it there but these fuck niggas made me

Niggas be mo faker then a mf barbie
Stop merchin on ya mans like he was somebody
Don't have functions no mo NLU shut down parties
& I keep a Choppa wimme I ain't talkin harley

I told y'all once them west side niggas is a bunch a rapists
Tryna rob sum broke Mfs fa no money n a bracelet
& they ain't got no hoes so that pussy yea they hadda take it
I know y'all feelin shitty finna go do 20 fa them cases

U seen me at up work and u ain't make shit shake
If we was on dem blocks Rae boy u woulda did the race
U just wanted to look a real nigga in his face
Now y'all tell me is it just me or do that shit sound gay
Niggas put me in they song but who tf r u
Niggas homie died and they ain't did shit but argue
When my homie died I was outside like where r u
Them niggas don't be on selby bust a right down marshall