All Facts

(Tumblr music)
(Haha, niggas crazy)
All facts
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Slatt, say what? What?

You know I love you, I give you my heart (Say what?)
You know I trust you, I give you my heart (Say what? What?)
I let you have my kids, you's a bad bitch (What? What?)
Nigga, fuck them pigs (Let's go), I don't fuck with pigs
(Let's go, let's go, grrah, grrah, bleh, bleh)

Yeah, my life so crazy
I was at the clinic, tryna get an abortion
Damn, I'm mad I did it
Damn, I'm mad I did it (Damn, I'm mad I did it)
On the way to riches, that's why I had to did it
Ha, that's why I had to do it
But I love my future kid, I put in my music
(What? What? Say what?)
I'm just thinkin' about bein' rich, I ain't never snoozin' (Say what?)
I'm just thinkin' about bein' rich (What?), I ain't never losin'
(I ain't ever losin')
I ain't no loser, but these bitches groupies
She so thick, she tryna give me that booty (Say what? What? Okay)
She throw it back, she tryna give me that coochie (Coochie)
Huh, come and bag me, I like makin' movies

You know I love you, I give you my heart (Say what?)
You know I trust you, I give you my heart (Say what? What?)
I let you have my kids, you's a bad bitch (What? What?)
Nigga, fuck them pigs (Let's go), I don't fuck with pigs
(Let's go, let's go)

You think I'm gay? I just love my ho
Huh, you think I'm gay? I'm just bad ho (I'm just bad)
Yeah, I fucked his bitch, now he a mad ho (He a mad ho)
But that bitch-ass nigga ain't shit, bitch, I pop tags, ho (Bitch)
You can see my shoes, you know they Jeremy Scotts
4.0 shit (Four point what?), can't cuff no broke bitch (What?)
Niggas jokes, bitch (Niggas jokes)
You ain't talkin' 'bout nun', I'll give your ho some strokes, bitch
I'm a real rockstar, you see these tats
(T-ha, niggas crazy, I'm with yo-young—)
I'm a real rockstar, don't you want me back?
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
All me exes want me, they like "Nine, you on that"
She know that I stay on that, I don't even like to speak on wax
I got hoes tryna throat me, yeah (Hell yeah)
I got racks on me, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas hoes, niggas weird (Say what?)
I got racks in my bank, I pop them tags