Chuuwee, Trizz - Matter Fact lyrics

Get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business

I been in the trap been in the trap
Wit a pen and a pad in the lab
Money on my lab food run but
Im back to the lab
Bending the corners and aves
Thinking bout future present and past
How far we done came from
The south of the Sac
The south Sac mack south Sac Iraq
Nigga all he ever talk is
South Sac thats fact (BRRAATT)
I purchased a brand new gat
Magazine spread hell yea I'm all that
Niggas might run up want more than my hat
So I cock back peel caps back then splat
Off in the night time twistin a black
Still flippin the pack finna dig in the Sac
Take a gram, roll up revist this rap
Everywhere I go I'm that nigga in fact
Time tickin but how inexistent is that
How infant am I make a living from rap
How childish am I still sit in the trap
With a 3ds hanging from my wrist, wrist
Sippin the 5th pour a liter
For Ashlee & Phonse
I'm missing my niggas again
Light up the weed put the swish in the wind
Rest in Peace Aunt Phyllis man
This sit is a trip get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business

Nigga u betta get the fuck
Up out of my business
These nigga be talkin they shit in
They be in they feelings
I roll up this kush and get
Wavy as fuck wit my niggas
Niggas be cryin complaining be
Actin like bitches
Fuck that where the cash at
Get a sack roll it fat nigga pass that
Hit the lab kill a track, nigga gas that
Henny in the glass gettin smacked witta rat
Chuuwee in the trap puttin weed in them packs
Spending his money and makin it back
He told me he got when I'm up in Sac
If it's funk then handlin it soon as it crack
Pull up and hop out the back witta strap
Ain't no turnin it back once I snap
If I see u, we fade and we scrap
Hop out the back witta bat
Beat u and that's where it's at
Respect ain't a game a fact is a fact
No we ain't friends, a dap is dap
U seen me in public and told me u rap
No I don't fuck witchu homie u wack
Get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business get up out my business
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact I been on the road
Now for a good minute
Countin my mufuckin chickens get
Up out yo feelins
Matter Fact pussy ass nigga get
Up out my business