bg lil pat & bando hothead – facts lyrics
[intro: bg lil pat]
(he on x games mode)
what
do it yeah, do it yeah
what (what)
[verse 1:bg lil pat]
now we smoking on harvey (harvey)
roll up another wood while we up in the party
f+ck tay he sorry (he sorry)
lil dre’ got hit up now he up there with marky
cash boy got hit up
lil tory got shot like a n+gga took pictures
f+ck chris forget him (f+ck em)
but i guess it was cause of that guy that was with him (dumbass)
and i’m still with the low sh+t
lil jack blew his self guess he up on some slow sh+t
lil facts on go b+tch(go), call up jv wit the glock gon throw sh+t
lil money gone blow b+tch
last time i checked the score n+ggas down like 0+6
hit a stain we poking
pack got me high, got me losing focus
show mе, my opponent, but i put it on chris that these n+ggas don’t want it
and i’m staying in my lanе
n+ggas ain’t on sh+t
i ain’t worried bout a thing
turn a n+gga to a frame
he was screaming f+ck bandz now we turn it into a game (dumbass)
with the glock, i aim send shots at his top knock his noodles out his brain (boom)
four,three what i claim,chris mo got cracked that was hot sh+t flame(what)
and i’m cooling with the gang (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 sh+t went in but i guess a n+gga lucked up (lucked up)
in the field, n+gga what’s up? (what)
he actin tough of the pills, smoke his ass n+gga tough luck
(in the field, n+gga what’s up?
he actin tough of the pills, smoke his ass n+gga tough luck
n+gga tough luck,he tough off the pills smoke his ass,n+gga tough luck)
[verse 2:bando hothead]
now lets speak facts,cross west vd gang see his knife where we at
and we smokin on jacks, i ain’t have to k!ll 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 b+tch 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 b+tch
thirty rounds in the glock we pop sh+t
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 sh+t
hit the switch one time and its called a glitch
(outro)
do it yeah,do it yeah
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