[Lyric] Real Factz (Nesty Floxks)

[Intro]
MENVCE

[Verse 1: Rah Gzz]
Ayo, Kay Kay, now let's talk the facts
Anytime that they threw, I threw back
C Blu, you a kid, you ain't smoking on Matt
Niggas seen you, you ain't let it clap
Brodie they up it, bullets to his cap
Niggas be politicking, they some rats
Yeah, you got lucky, you would've been a pack
Yeah, I seen Mali, ask him what I had
Makadula, nigga, we ain't mack
Niggas be dissing, better have your strap
Dolo be feenin', get him off the map
Niggas be mixy, better watch your back
And I told 'em, "Free Melly, free Pop"
Anytime that's an opp, got 'em shot
Bubbles is buggin', get 'em off the block
Bubbles is buggin', get 'em off the block
[Verse 2: ASSASIN]
We done sent a lot niggas to the doctor
Spin through the 8, you gotta go flock some
Bitch got a nine shirt, shot like Ibacka
And I'm yelling out Free Pop, Free Shotta
We gon keep dumpin', we don't care if the cops come
We gon crash that V, now we on 'em
Last nigga lacked, but he poked on a high one
And for Matt, keep dumpin', my time come

[Verse 3: Rah Gzz]
Spin through the 3rd tryna catch me an opp
Catch Zay Munna, I'm uppin' that chop
Niggas don't swing and they don't spin no blocks
See an opp that's on bro, he get shot
They know I get crafty, gotta duck the cops
I done spinned and let off hella shots
Why is they talking, acting like some opps?
Nesty be spinnin', Dolo got the mop
Assassin be creepin', tryna take your top
Melly be bugging, free him 'cause he knocked
And I catching no bitches, all these bitches thot
Bitches be fiending, tryna get the drop
How is you gang, you ain't spin no blocks?
For my niggas, yeah, I did a lot
For my brothers, hollow scratch your top
2+3 do the math, now you shot
Hope your niggas go and bend that block
DOAK, catch a Flocka, he flocked
And Lil Kay Kay, that boy know my bop
Why is you lying? You know I threw shots
Had y'all niggas ducking on your tops
Gang, gang, gang
Had y'all niggas ducking on your tops
Had y'all niggas ducking on your tops
[Verse 4: Nesty Gzz & ASSASIN]
From the 8 to the Gates
He could get shot tryna hang over gates
Dougie ran fast, nigga picked up his pace
If you ain't on drill, nigga don't show no face
Hol' on, and we DOA'K, we smoke JB and we smokin' on Blay, why?
Ayo Kay wit' the K, pick up your grip, lil' nigga, let's play
How's you diss that [?], to your song
Let 'em know I have not shoot
Me and my niggas, we really put on
Hop em', spark em', that nigga gone
If they make show's we pop and perform
We gon' keep bending 'till we reach the set
These hollows, they flying all over his dome
Spot 'em, got em', all they do is moan