Straight Facts Lyrics

Ay, yeah, I wont go for none of that shit, I ain't finna take me out, I won't leave

Gone have to kill me in this bitch

They tryna X me out the game, but lil' Wank I just won't go

If they ain't finna let me in, then I'ma kick down the door

I'm screamin' free my uncle out that cell, they need to let him go

Before the whole gang stand on business, I know y'all don't want no smoke

Riding down town Leesburg nigga just me and Tay

We been ridin' in the Lincoln, tryna duck the Jakes today

I know they want ah youngin gone , cause now I'm livin' in the gates

But I ain't even make it out, I just moved to a new place

But this the shit y'all wanna hear, let me tell y'all a lil' story about this one young nigga, I was rappin' and he was recordin' me

Nigga tryna steal my lyrics, writing them down while he recordin' me

He put that shit right in a song, but I ain't trippin', end of the story

But let me tell y'all about this one cool girl, I really like her

And she got a girlfriend, she a dyke, but I'ma biker

They know Wank get crazy, I get this feelin', wanna bite her

I'm finna send her a lil' message, write it down, I'm finna kite her

Free Jerome, up out that system, got my nigga goin' crazy

We started off as close friends, got me feelin' like Lil Baby

In the trenches with my pole, let a pussy nigga play crazy

I put that on my momma son, he gon' fuck around meet his baby

Trap jump, crack in the 80's, you play you rock a bye baby

You play you rock a bye pole, then I'ma have to shoot your lady

Ay, Tay watch him he kinda shadey

I really wonder why they hate me, me and ray like Tom & Jerry

I'm in the field just like Tom Brady

Run my bag up nigga, my family already know we made it

You make me mad, boy, I do that one face and they go crazy

I'm in the booth, I spit my rhymes, I ain't got time to have a baby

I'm my daddy son, nigga, steady screamin' that you made me

I'm my momma son, nigga, she still call me her baby

I don't know what's goin' on, cause sometimes she be actin' crazy

But I ain't trippin', it's the part of life of bein' a grown lady and

Raising' two kids on your own, like why y'all had to have a baby

Cause your man don't appreciate you enough, I'm screamin' fuck him

I ain't gon' lie, when I was younger, you was cool, but it turned ugly

But now I know the real you, you a hoe, can catch these knuckles

My momma cook for you every night, but you don't care, man, you don't love her

But I don't care, cause when I make it, she gon' have her own house

Cause you a hoe, nigga, you a bitch, I know she get tired of you runnin' your mouth

Your stupid ass ain't caught the pot right to the head, should've been your mouth

Your stupid ass jumped out the window, know when you land', you had said ouch

Straight facts Nigga!