Trey Stakkz - Rap X Facts (feat. D.G "Da Paronta" & BonTana Honcho)

Yeah, huh
I'm feeling like the best right now
It's bout time I show you niggas how to rap again yeah
Aye
Back in the day these niggas could rap, but nowadays they ain't been talking about shit
I wanna hear 'bout ya real life, Ian tryna listen if it's bout' some drip
Cause everybody they been doing that, I really think that it's time to quit
It really ain't hard to rap about facts, my nigga I bet you it's still lit
Cause I done took trips out of town, riding no insurance on the whips
Ian worried 'bout cops, I'm tryna get me a bag, my nigga dassal, dassit
Got caught lacking at a nigga crib, laid up with a nigga bitch
But lucky for me, he was a pussy, cause I was thinking that it probably was it
My niggas they clutching them dirty sticks, Ian saying no names, Ian telling them shit
Cause everybody know the streets talk, so I just been keeping my mouth zipped
My brother Rashad was a real one, but being too friendly it got him killed
So I took that loss as a lesson and every since I been popping shit
If Ian riding through the swamp nigga, then I'm sliding with a full clip
The hate is more real in my city, keep one in the chamber, that's something I can't forget
Swamptown nigga savage, wolf gang on the same shit
I don't just kick it with anybody, cause you niggas be on that lame shit
How can I call you my dawg, if we ain't never hit the same lick
How can I say that we gang, if we ain't been through the same shit
How can I give you a verse, if we don't rap about the same shit
If y'all see me eating then my niggas eating, for real we sharing the same chips
Boy I'm with all of the smoke, Ian just running my lips
New jays when I walk, I'm in the field, I won't slip
You can not ride on my wave, you niggas ain't sinking my ship
Now tell me who ain't got a flow, you niggas ain't rapping like this yeah, yeah

These internet nigga be capping and they don't really want
Ian beefing through no statuses, cause I really be posted
These niggas like mannequins, never seen them in motion
Got a rapper imma have to slap again but fuck it free promotion
These niggas hate talking coins cause they don't get money
I think they hear the bell ringing in school they wanna switch subjects
If can't sweet talk the chick, then I'm like fuck it
Ian tricking off on no sex, that ain't in my budget
Ian 'bout to go spoil a freak I'mma play broke I ain't able
I stop taking hoes out to eat cause they don't bring shit to the table
Told her imma independent artist so baby we don't need a label
On IG she thick as a horse whole time she ain't stable
And y'all be crazy 'bout these bitches tho
Aye she ain't even that pretty tho
Ass wide and flat like a Vizio, but she arch it good and it jiggle slow
Ian the one to be dissing bro, I'll pop up in your city hoe
Making rappers uncomfortable, I'm doing cameos in niggas videos
We grew up in the minerals, thumping like a sonny digital
I had to train with the soldiers, I went to war and came back a general
Now every move is critical, jab step it's pivotal
That nigga there from the projects, his new crib look like a citadel
I think I became a thot when I brought that Jesus piece
Used to give my girl money to shop just so I can cheat on peace
She brought a new weave that's drip oh she think she Eazy E
Stakkz said let's give em facts, I told him I'm on easy street this what I do

Aye
Honcho gang
Let these niggas know what the fuck going on man
Whole lotta honcho shit
Yea
I'm in my own lane, Ion care 'bout these niggas they not on my level like tetris
Nigga you broke and your pockets need work done, come and see me I'm honcho mechanic
I'll show you the exit, beef with me that ain't your blessing, we kicking shit like we from tekken
You hear the "aye, aye" on beat, lord forgive but I swear to god this shit finna be epic (aye, aye)
Honcho be loud like the thunder, my nigga just play with them keys like he wonder
No Stevie I'm blind by this shit and I wonder, I can not forget 'bout them times I was under
I don't rap for free so the verse is a hundred, you think that's too much well I'll fuck up your summer
I used to smoke wood look at all of this lumber, you know we strapped, ready oh look there's a runner
Hold you know that I'm with it man, I'm a vet in the swamp so let's get it man
Niggas rookies, I knock off there fitteds man, I'mma give em a piece that's a snippet man
You a pussy so who is you kidding man, damn my flow is so clear til it's vivid man
Imma show you I got it, no quitting man, how I'm pour up my problems like liquid man
Don't make me pull out this blicky man, how i got on this tennis like I ball with Serena
DG and Stakkz in the cut and it's gon be a massacre, bombing shit like Argentina
Hollow points all in my nina, take you out like the cleaners
Make you squeak Ian talking 'bout sneakers, nigga shaking like he finna have seizures
I dropped outta college said fuck all them teachers
You niggas be killing me dawg talking 'bout foreign whips
I got too much drip on me dawg but this ain't a foreign fit
My baby is already too much so fuck a foreign bitch
Niggas dick riding each other for real I'm talking 'bout porn shit
But Imma stay mind my business you niggas be tripping like road trips
Talk 'bout packing a pistol when really we know you don't know how to load shit
Wolf gang, LD, Honcho gang we the swamp and we fold shit
If anybody got a problem, we take your problem then give you the whole clip aye, aye

Written by:
Demetrius Gurley, Dominique Bennett, Tremayne McCrimmon

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