THAT'S FACTS ft. Dubbmg Lyrics

Yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah

Look, yo

Said Top down, peeled back

Chrome wheel, matte black

Long hair, dim whit

Slim thick, ass fat

Drop it low, Nasdaq

Up and down, clap that

Talkin' shit, laugh back, ya man a bitch

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

Talkin' shit, you know I'm bout to laugh back

That's facts

That's facts

Mm-mm-mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm

Gassed up, not unleaded

I don't know where I be at

But I'll tell you where the boy headed

It's straight to the bank to get breaded

If I want somethin', I get it

Shawty never give me my credit

Only wanna swipe my debit

So I walk inside that label

Tell em ima need a dumb advance

Lemme be real clear

I don't settle underneath a hundred bands

In Miami on vacation, chillin

Out there makin' summer plans

Ill be gone from June to August

You would think i'm at a summer camp, but nah

I'm just takin' time to give some a chance

Lot of y'all headin' nowhere fast

It look like you do the runnin' man

Sprint in place, ain't win no race

You gonna give yourself a stomach cramp

Competition ain't get no praise

I wanna kill him like the son of Sam

Fuck him, bitch, this war

And I ain't be feelin' remorse

Four years on the process, and yes, I'm still on the course

Me and my team, we roll deep

Like a militant force

Down the shore in a Jeep

Without the ceilings or doors

Top down, peel back

Chrome wheel, matte black

Long hair, dimwit,

slim thick

Ass fat, drop it low

Nasdaq

Up and down, clap dat

Talkin' shit, laugh back

Ya man a bitch, that's facts

That's facts

That's facts

Talkin' shit, you know I'm bout to laugh back

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

Everything I do, classy

Jamie Foxx, she fancy

20 bands wrapped in a mattress

All she gotta do is ask me

Feed my dogs, they active

Run up on me, get blasted

Catch him outside, he nappin

Damn he die young, that's tragic

Can't stand for these actors

I don't go out unless it's static

Sticks pop out, that's magic

Gotta whip, same color plastic

Swear god my heart drop, when Pookie died, that was last year

Cant swerve if there's traffic, sport mode, yeah, we passed it

Came up from the bottom, my heart colder than Alaska

Husky in Nebraska

Bank accounts in the mountains

It's comin' in so fast, I had to hire a new accountant

She said that she poutin

Five bedroom with a fountain

Top down, peel back

Chrome wheel, matte black

Long hair, dim whip

Slim thick, ass fat

Droppin' low, Nasdaq

Up and down, clap dat

Talkin' shit, laugh back, ya man a bitch

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

Talkin' shit, you know I'm bout to laugh back

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts

That's facts