facts - atl smook lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
n*ggas be cap, where’s yo hat
everytime i spit, n*gga you know it’s gonna slap
everytime i spit man you know it’s straight facts
you ain’t got beef why you putting on whacks
yeah
n*ggas be cap, where’s yo hat
where’s yo hat, where’s yo cap
(stardustszn)
no cap rap
[chorus]
n*ggas be cap, where’s yo hat
everytime i spit man you know it’s gonna slap
everytime i spit man you know it’s straight facts
if i got beef i ain’t putting on whacks
getting real deal high like i’m smoking on wax
exotic backwood on baseball bat
shawty used to say you love me, now my neck got tats
n*gga try to rob, left him in the dust of the scat
n*gga dissing rude we gonna turn him into a pack
got sticks like it’s pool, we ain’t going out bad
might dior the shoes when i’m walking outta saks
i got no breaks cuz my lifestyle so fast
i got some young n*ggas, can’t wait to crash
feel like some groceries, i’m in my bag
f*ck the police, free my dog out that can
i come from the dirt, no you wouldn’t understand
[verse]
what’s in my cup, yeah i’m sipping kickstand
she get on that d*ck and do a handstand
he with the opps, oh that boy not my mans
have my young bull pop that boy like a xan
wake up in the morning i’m thinking about bands
i geek on [?] and i go super saiyan
n*ggas they hate on the low but be fans
i rock out a show, i might f*ck on a fan
you cannot hang boy if you not on go
pull up in the hood and they say i’m the goat
i gotta get active not kicking no bolts
smoking on runtz, lil boy this no joke
my cousin he like the old schools on the spokes
i like the sp*ceships on forgiatos
i beat up the box, i leave the case closed
these b*tches gon f*ck, they gon go where i go
[chorus]
n*ggas be cap, where’s yo hat
everytime i spit man you know it’s gonna slap
everytime i spit man you know it’s straight facts
if i got beef i ain’t putting on whacks
getting real deal high like i’m smoking on wax
exotic backwood on baseball bat
shawty used to say you love me, now my neck got tats
(stardustszn)
n*gga try to rob, left him in the dust of the scat
n*gga dissing rude we gonna turn him into a pack
got sticks like it’s pool, we ain’t going out bad
might dior the shoes when i’m walking outta saks
i got no breaks cuz my lifestyle so fast
i got some young n*ggas, can’t wait to crash
feel like some groceries, i’m in my bag
f*ck the police, free my dog out that can
i come from the dirt, no you wouldn’t understand
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