FastxMoney5 - Facts Lyrics

The same shit you do to my brudda,
I'ma do to your brudda back
This Draco that I tote, came with a shoulder strap
I gotta ask for your paperwork so I can know it's facts
I ain't gotta call lil bro to pop his shit, because he know he that
When it go down, best believe I know I'm strapped
I can mask up any day, just like gimme that
I gotta burner for your burner, you won't get your Timmy back
Free kel, when I showed him heat, he be like send me that
Twelve, why you take my brudda, like please give him back
Sometimes I gotta pop a perk when I'm feeling bad
Every gun I bought, that bitch came with extended mags
Lil bro used a gun to get a gun, now he got a bag
Don't be talking crazy, then next you niggas don't gotta at
Sometimes you gotta love the hoe, like f*ck a past
Really niggas out here that's broke as hell and saying f*ck the bag
I was broke as hell and couldn't borrow or ask
You been bought (balled) up with no paper
The f*ck I look like shooting shots at trash
We shoot at opps for real, baklava for the mask
We do this street shit for real, you don't gotta ask
I move around in life like I don't gotta past
Seen a nigga buy a gun without a mag
I don't need no helping hand when I'm counting cash
I got this bag and never count the pockets
I don't care if your pockets bad
I wasn't worried about keeping a bitch, I was worried about keeping a bag
We ain't worried about keeping no bitch, we're worried about keeping bags over here nigga
The same shit you do to my brudda
I'ma do to your brudda back
I'ma do to your brudda back, I swear to God
This Draco that I tote came with a shoulder strap
And that bitch came with a 60 rounder, I'm ready to blow at something
I gotta ask for your paperwork just so I know it's facts
I gotta ask for your paperwork And to know if you real or not
I ain't gotta tell lil bro to pop his shit because he know he that
When it go down, best believe I know I'm strapped
I know I'm strapped