All Facts Lyrics

Too busy to talk right now gotta call back

You ever lost it all turn around and got it all back

All from hustling bustin down into small sacks

This is all facts I'm back on I got off track

Whenever yo change get low they gon change up

Promise to stay the same never fold ima gangsta

Ain't got shit good to say don't even bring my name up

Keep that thang tucked in these streets it get dangerous

Focused on my grind chasing paper I ain't tryna chill

I done served more people than the waiters that work at capital grille

Counting chips eating steak and potatoes sitting behind the wheel

Gear switch as I lane switch eatin good mind on a mill

Gucci fannypack full of racks sittin on this Hanes tee

Get fresh then it's back to the trap I'm what the game need

Runnin around no time to relax like a relay team

Plastic baggie full of satisfaction my plays thank me

Boy quit fakin like you gettin money you need to knock it off

This shit cotton soft and it's soft white like cotton balls

You runnin round for other niggas nigga you is not a boss

Fuck around and put a check on ya head and get you auctioned off

Too busy to talk right now gotta call back

You ever lost it all turn around and got it all back

All from hustling bustin down into small sacks

This is all facts I'm back on I got off track

Whenever yo change get low they gon change up

Promise to stay the same never fold ima gangsta

Ain't got shit good to say don't even bring my name up

Keep that thang tucked in these streets it get dangerous

Money phones ringing I can't get paid hourly

I making moving moves that's equivalent to ya salary

Going to clubs standing on couches no hospitality

This money come from getting rid of weight I'm losing calories

Trap house full of flavorful pounds and I'm removing them

He heard I got the greatest around now he two of them

I said that's beautiful that's wit me while I'm maneuvering

Whoever taught you niggas the game must need so tutoring

Y'all fanning that lil twenty fifties I let that blow in the wind

Run that shit up so damn quickly and then I blow it again

Really chasing a check in my city while you niggas pretend

Solid as the medal on this Glizzy I dont fold or bend

Too busy to talk right now gotta call back

You ever lost it all turn around and got it all back

All from hustling bustin down into small sacks

This is all facts I'm back on I got off track

Whenever yo change get low they gon change up

Promise to stay the same never fold ima gangsta

Ain't got shit good to say don't even bring my name up

Keep that thang tucked in these streets it get dangerous