Tay B - Just Facts lyrics

(Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?) yeah

She suckin' dick every night
This bitch spoilin' me
This nigga run off with some pape'
He been avoidin' me
I only wanna hang around niggas
Who got more than me i got turnt
Then everybody started supportin' me hmm
He thirty mil' up
My old-head just turned forty-three
I see you fell in love with that bitch
She a whore to me
Tryna flex with fifty racks
That shit poor to me
He ran off with a brick
I got him whacked for a quarter key
Think twice 'fore you think
About horsin' me i'm 5'9"
It's only right that I buy the Royce for me
Hmm, yeah
Yeah, I just bought my bitch twenty
Bags in thе past year
If I don't make at least an M
I had a bad yеar
I don't know what else to buy
I got mad gear
Before you try and go and flex
Make sure that tab clear
Nigga, come and place your order
I'm a cashier
I ain't gotta hit the bank, I got cash here
You just got your ass done
Bring your ass here
Every club that I'm in, I got mag here
I'll hit the club and throw ten
Then I'm walkin' out
Niggas sayin' that it's up with me
What you talkin' 'bout?
Shoot him dead in his shit
He ain't talkin' now
Nigga kept sayin' he a stepper
He ain't walkin' now
This an old-school MAC-11
I'm at Hawkins now
I just fucked a bitch so good
Now she stalkin' now hmm
If it ain't about no pape'
I ain't poppin' out
All my niggas love work
We ain't droppin' out
We gon' take this shit to trial
We ain't coppin' out
They just gave lil' cuz two years
Go'n and knock it out
You an internet thug, this what clout about
Caught a nigga on the rebound
And I boxed him out
Man, tell me why this pussy so good
I need answers
No wonder why she keep her pussy bald
She a cancer
Bust on her face, she cleaned it up
She got manners
Do you got a man? Baby, it don't even matter
I ain't got a wife right now
I'm livin' as a bachelor
I got legal pape'
I bought a Rollie out of Tappers hmm
Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think
You the shit" bitch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that shit
I just show it
All I gotta do is look at a bitch
Then she going you won't never catch me
Measurin' no drank, I just pour it
Drink my cup, then I beat a bitch down
Now I'm snoring
Blick on me, then the hook get behind me
Now I'm flooring
When I pass the ball to you
Better make sure you score it
I can't even be around this bitch
Too long 'cause she boring

Yeah, they like, "Tay, you think
You the shit" bitch, I know it
I don't like to talk about that shit
I just show it (Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)