TALK FACTS (feat. BabyPrince)

(Pow, pow pow pow) (ITB shit man) Niggas they be talking Never been in that field Like where was you at when this shit got real? And all of my niggas they shooting to kill Tryna pop a nigga like a pill Tryna hit a f*ck nigga with that steel Ask ya mans how them bullets feel And it's still f*ck the opps You know I ain't ducking Bro could back out Get to shooting for nothing And I swear that these lil niggas they be faking We gon send him some bullets Let's see if he can take him And niggas ratting Catch Tah we gon shake him, bake him Got him praying, Salekem Brodie gon hop out Bullets they ate him We gon send him to God Let's see where he take him And bitch we ain't shooting no ones Like why the f*ck you think we toting these guns? Like f*ck school I was skipping them classes I'm toting Sharkiesha Nigga that's a ratchet If I pass it to bro then I know he gon blast it That yapping Don't get you nothing, but a casket And brodie he brimmin, tryna spin thru the H Tryna knock the food off a nigga plate And I got a game since he wanna play Slide thru his block, who gon die today And niggas be bitches I swear all the opps they be ducking Hop in the booth They like "Damn, Ish up to something" They ain't even outside I swear them niggas they be bluffing BP back out That nigga gon rush em And I'm brimming But I know some niggas that's crippin I know a opp that got hit in his back Now he crippin' Talking tough, but he ain't never did a mission Whipped it out on a bitch And I told her just lick it Talking on bro then this shit could get messy Mike hit my phone, say he smoking on (Shh) Lil bro, he a hot head he do the most ITB, Prince Street, know I f*ck with some Locs He play with my bread we gon burn him, toast He play with my- I'll shoot thru the coat And all of my niggas pistol packin He lacking Told bro hop out head tap him They question BP Like, "What is you doing?" "Why the f*ck is you toting at school?" That boy kept bluffing, so I had to do it When I whipped it out, he ain't wanna move My name Lil Tote So I had to prove it Osama, GR, told Tote "Don't shoot it" Next time I swear ima use it Next time I swear ima do it I swear it get active I'm tryna go slide and I slid I know some niggas Who really hop out and go kill My shooter he don't need a pill All of my big bruhs with it They shoot educated They taught Lil Tote how to drill If a nigga want war then he have it Spin in 4 cars tryna get us a kill Lil nigga, where the f*ck is your stain? Stop posting on the gram It's f*ck what you saying Matter fact, it's f*ck what you bang Word to my mother, it's time for a change If you a bitch, then you cannot hang Internet boy steady chasing that fame Like why niggas talking? Stop running that mouth You a bitch lil bro Wanna see what you bout GQ in a chase he gon find him a route If it's beef lil nigga we ain't backing out I'm posted on Prince every day to the week You ain't gotta ask around You know where I be I'm posted on Prince every day to the week You ain't gotta ask around You know where I be gang