AC Tha G - Facts

He talk to them laws, that's facts
He can't come around my way
Shoot the gun broad day
Niggas know how I play

Niggas know where I stay
Down that MLK
Early mornin' like Sway
Fuck that hoe, gotta pay

713, niggas know I'm the man
Whip that bitch with a pot, no pan
Niggas be hatin' when they know they a fan
Hoe say she mix, she know that's a tan

Blowin' that dick, she play for the band
At the first meet, need the money in my hand
Saw him at the store, no cap, he ran
Kickin' this shit like I'm from Japan

Blow down the block like I'm from Iran
Make her hit a note like Tamela, man
Hundred round drum, bust at the Sprinter van
Dissin' these hoes like my name Roxanne

I don't even know how my story began
Started out low, then I had to run it up
Route a nigga up just like Cooper Kupp
Took his shit and left him, pouting like a pup

Run up in your trap, I ain't mean to interrupt
You ain't got no money, that shit abrupt
If you catch a body, better put him in a dump
Pockets real heavy like that nigga Klump

Your dick gotta bump all cause you wanna hump
Just like I hurdle these niggas gettin' jumped
Ain't no 1 on 1, these niggas gettin' slumped
Bow, fill a nigga up right at the pump

Run my shit back, put it on repeat
I'm all in the field like Pat, no cleats
You ain't got my money, then your ass gettin' beat
Punch a nigga down, put his ass to sleep

She ain't give it up, then it ain't that deep
I'm still bendin' corners, my slab got feet
Dress a nigga up real nice, real neat
These niggas like pussy, we know that they sweet

Whip a hoe down, had to show her how to act
Some niggas say slime, some niggas say slat
7-1-3, we don't do all of that
Put the steel to the skin like he tryna get a tatt

Make her best friend, watch while I hit it from the back
This ain't a 12-inch, baby, this a whole bat
In the field with the mice like I'm runnin' from the cats

Written by:
Alexander Caleb

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