For a Fact

[Intro: SimxSantana]

Gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Tommy Franco make it bang, though)

Do what you do, swag how you swag, move how you move

We ain't on shit if you ain't on shit

But if you on shit then we on shit

[Chorus: SimxSantana]

Stick and I move, slide, uh

Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit him up

Then we put that bitch back in drive (Back in drive)

Bro serve his slices, no pies (No pies)

'Cause I'm not your slatt not your slime (At all)

Young savage, I'm reppin' the nine (The nine)

You cannot step with the guys (With the guys)

Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky (In the sky)

I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)

Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed (Get robbed)

Keep a strap, I ain't ready to die

Never lack, I'ma let that bitch fly (Fly)

And he talk like that man gonna ride (Ride)

And I know for a fact that he not (He not)

And I know for a fact that he lied (He lied)

Just know for a fact, I'ma slide (Slide)

Gang, uh

[Verse 1: SimxSantana]

Red dot (Red dot)

I hit that hoe in a headlock (Headlock)

I fucked that bitch, make the bed rock (Make the bed rock)

Bitch, I'm big dog but no Sandlot (Uh)

Bro shoot when I give him the head nod (Fah)

Put that lil' boy to rest like it's bedtime

Hit his foot, let's play ball, Red Sox

Send her home, tell that bitch to kick big rocks

Uh, uh, chosted (Chosted)

High off the gas, I'm still focused (Focused)

Skinny nigga, big guns, I be toting (Grrah)

Try to run up, just know I'ma throw it (Fah)

Put my clip in her mouth and she blow it (She blow it)

Like a candle I swear she be throating (She be throating)

Gang high off the pack and we roastin' (We roastin')

He want smoke, I told Gotti to ghost him

Gang, uh, cookin'

She on dick 'cause she say I'm good lookin' (I'm good lookin')

And it cost like ten racks for the bookin' (For the bookin')

If you don't want no smoke then don't push it (Don't push it)

[Bridge: SimxSantana]

If you don't want no smoke then don't push it (Then don't push it)

If you don't want no smoke then don't push it (Then don't push it)

Gang, gang, gang, uh

If you don't want no smoke then don't push it

[Chorus: SimxSantana & King Von]

Stick and I move, slide, uh

Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit him up

Then we put that bitch back in drive (Back in drive)

Bro serve his slices, no pies (No pies)

'Cause I'm not your slatt nor your slime (At all)

Young savage, I'm reppin' the nine (The nine)

You cannot step with the guys (With the guys)

Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky (In the sky)

I like to flex when I'm fried (Fried)

Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed (Gon' get robbed)

Keep a strap, I ain't ready to die (Uh-uh)

Never lack, I'ma let that bitch fly (Boom, boom)

And he talk like that man gonna ride (Uh-huh)

And I know for a fact that he not (Uh-uh)

And I know for a fact that he lied (What?)

Just know for a fact, I'ma slide (Boom, boom, Von)

Gang, uh

[Verse 2: King Von]

Dead opps (Huh?), all my bodies be headshots (Boom)

You droppin' names in the tweets, got the feds hot (What?)

You actin' tough, wanna tweak? See these red dots (Yeah)

My hollows be twistin' up dreadlocks (Yeah, yeah)

Caught that boy right by that bus, this his last stop (Huh? What?)

Play gangsta but come into court, now I'm fed up (Damn)

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, pick your mans up (Gang)

Boy, I'm not your gang or your homie (Nah)

I did too much, I keep it on me (I keep it on me)

Catch me in the Ward, I still be with Tony (Boom)

He was fat, he got hit and now that nigga boney (Boom, boom, damn)

I don't be stuck in no jams (Nah)

I'm a savage, I am what I am (I am)

Killed some niggas, I do it again (I would)

Just be happy that you was not them (Boom, Von)

[Chorus: SimxSantana]

Stick and I move, slide, uh

Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit him up

Then we put that bitch back in drive (Back in drive)

Bro serve his slices, no pies (No pies)

'Cause I'm not your slatt not your slime (At all)

Young savage, I'm reppin' the nine (The nine)

You cannot step with the guys (With the guys)

Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky (In the sky)

I like to flex when I'm fried (When I'm fried)

Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed (Gon' get robbed)

Keep a strap, I ain't ready to die

Never lack, I'ma let that bitch fly (Fly)

And he talk like that man gonna ride (Ride)

And I know for a fact that he not (He not)

And I know for a fact that he lied (He lied)

Just know for a fact, I'ma slide (Slide)

Gang, uh