Straight Facts

[Intro: SG Tip] This sound like some Drill flow shit Yeah That just what it is Uh huh [Verse 1: SG Tip] Tell Balenci to cut the check All these runners I done bought Have a sit down for what? You a pig, I don't wanna talk Got a chain on my stick, I let that bitch walk Ain't shit sweet, I'll burn your ass [?] Niggas tryna copy me, and I know just why I [?] I ain't here to tell no lies [?] nigga, I still bust that [?] All on camera with it, you finna see another opp die I know you heard of [?] when CJ died I'm on some 4L shit, my favorite Glock a [?] He got a bag on his top, well I got money in my eyes They lost they top shotta, now they wanna act so surprised Shh, now that's enough of that I was bullying in middle school, turning niggas to punching bags Shit, I'm just like Big Worm, I'm asking where my money at? He ain't [?] put his head in a toilet, flush his ass At [?] house, I had to go to see [?] By the time I dropped out, I was thinking 'bout being me Kicking your door in, and taking out your flat screen A straight [?] niggas on that money machine That's that old me, nigga, that my old days But now I'm sipping red, my stomach fat, my pockets paid Don't let this shit fool you, I'll still strip you like OJ Don't pull up on the side of this cat, you gon' get sprayed I paid 200 for my licance, I got road rage I'm throwing bullits now, nigga, I don't throw fades [Verse 2: 21 Savage] We give out smoke, we don't argue Yeah Jump up out that van and hit my target Switch flame his ass up, charge me with arsin Atch a opp, shoot his ass [?] Everytime your ho be coming around, she got no panties on I can't go to sleep around no ho who got no camera phone He was talking all that ra ra shit, we caught his ass alone Pulled the shysty down, and I get active [?] these cameras on Buddy ass a rat, he ran his mouth, he got his [?] Damn that lil shit fat, it's poking like she got a Pamper on Shit bag a nigga ass, now he got a Pamper on Bitch, fuck your additude, you always got a tantrom on Pistol whip him, leave him in the bando, now he shaking We leave all the beef fried crispy like it's baken Say you smoking who? What type of drugs this nigga taking? Dreads in my face, he got popped by Jamaican Come around bragging 'bout your murders, you a agent I turn all the opps into trauma unit pationts When I close my eyes, I see all type of faces You can't run, pussy, come here, bitch, this ain't the Matrix Smoke [?], smoke [?] Smoke on [?], smoke on [?] Your daddy was a bitch, you couldn't be nothing but a ho Gave her ass a nick, bet she come back with that load Rolling up the last one, buddy dirty, call him Dro All they hit is windows, man, them niggas never score I ain't gotta tell them, if I'm angry, they gon' go And they ain't coming back, until they leave some on the floor