Everything's comin' up Flag
I never did none of y'all bad
But some of y'all run around that
Better gun 'em down fast, had enough of y'all trash
Bacon sizzle, pop
Munchie spot, stanky garlic knots
Shot for shot
Gravy hot tub all up on my yacht
An anomaly, winnin' the lottery
Monopoly, I got the right properties
For profiting in this economy
Making money off Bonds, Sean Connery
Consider the torch passed
I stand on my words like a doormat
I got a DUI on horseback
But ignore that, we give 'em more facts
Stop flexin', start stressin'
That's facts (That's facts)
Throw ya mean mug in the trash (In the trash)
We ain't cuttin' none of y'all slack
That's facts, that's facts
I'm the type of dude that will just pull up on the mic
Spit over your verse and start hittin' on your wife
I don't give a shit about your insufficient life
You're just another dollar that I'm takin' with the dice
You call that shit a wallet? Man, it look a little light
I'm chargin' what I charge, you can't get another price
I've been arrested twice with E pills and Vics
But I'm a slick motherf*cker, grease spills on ice
Brilli-f*ckin'-iante
Full Monte and entrée to Beyoncé
F*ck what ya mom say
Popovers in Pompei
Burgers Flambé, mongo
This sparks joy, Marie Kondo
How could you do this?
What I'm smokin's as loud as our music
Wow, this shit stupid
Just puffed a pound of "Hadouken!"
Facts, and this song is how we can prove it
Stop flexin', start stressin'
That's facts (That's facts)
Throw ya mean mug in the trash (In the trash)
We ain't cuttin' none of y'all slack
That's facts, that's facts
Facts upon facts upon facts
Holla at Trash, "Where the cash at?"
Scrill got the bills
Bacon verbose
"What do u mean?"
He do the most
It go
Dollars, cents, pocket lint
I'm the shit, y'all should quit
I'm high, everybody
So call me Dr. Nick
Listen, if we stole yo' shit, then you won't get it back
The world ain't as cold through the rose-tinted glass
My theater of the mind got some rows in the back
Hopefully that goes just for those who can rap
Louder again just for those in the back
Smokin' a pack with some hoes in the 'Lac
Goin' off track like there's holes in the map
Hip-Hop is dead, so we sold it for scraps
Facts Video (MV)
Performed By: Pen Ultimate
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Jackson Yates, Sam Adler, Will Neal
Pen Ultimate - Facts Lyrics
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English
Everything's comin' up Flag
I never did none of y'all bad
But some of y'all run around that
Better gun 'em down fast, had enough of y'all trash
Bacon sizzle, pop
Munchie spot, stanky garlic knots
Shot for shot
Gravy hot tub all up on my yacht
An anomaly, winnin' the lottery
Monopoly, I got the right properties
For profiting in this economy
Making money off Bonds, Sean Connery
Consider the torch passed
I stand on my words like a doormat
I got a DUI on horseback
But ignore that, we give 'em more facts
Stop flexin', start stressin'
That's facts (That's facts)
Throw ya mean mug in the trash (In the trash)
We ain't cuttin' none of y'all slack
That's facts, that's facts
I'm the type of dude that will just pull up on the mic
Spit over your verse and start hittin' on your wife
I don't give a shit about your insufficient life
You're just another dollar that I'm takin' with the dice
You call that shit a wallet? Man, it look a little light
I'm chargin' what I charge, you can't get another price
I've been arrested twice with E pills and Vics
But I'm a slick motherf*cker, grease spills on ice
Brilli-f*ckin'-iante
Full Monte and entrée to Beyoncé
F*ck what ya mom say
Popovers in Pompei
Burgers Flambé, mongo
This sparks joy, Marie Kondo
How could you do this?
What I'm smokin's as loud as our music
Wow, this shit stupid
Just puffed a pound of "Hadouken!"
Facts, and this song is how we can prove it
Stop flexin', start stressin'
That's facts (That's facts)
Throw ya mean mug in the trash (In the trash)
We ain't cuttin' none of y'all slack
That's facts, that's facts
Facts upon facts upon facts
Holla at Trash, "Where the cash at?"
Scrill got the bills
Bacon verbose
"What do u mean?"
He do the most
It go
Dollars, cents, pocket lint
I'm the shit, y'all should quit
I'm high, everybody
So call me Dr. Nick
Listen, if we stole yo' shit, then you won't get it back
The world ain't as cold through the rose-tinted glass
My theater of the mind got some rows in the back
Hopefully that goes just for those who can rap
Louder again just for those in the back
Smokin' a pack with some hoes in the 'Lac
Goin' off track like there's holes in the map
Hip-Hop is dead, so we sold it for scraps
I never did none of y'all bad
But some of y'all run around that
Better gun 'em down fast, had enough of y'all trash
Bacon sizzle, pop
Munchie spot, stanky garlic knots
Shot for shot
Gravy hot tub all up on my yacht
An anomaly, winnin' the lottery
Monopoly, I got the right properties
For profiting in this economy
Making money off Bonds, Sean Connery
Consider the torch passed
I stand on my words like a doormat
I got a DUI on horseback
But ignore that, we give 'em more facts
Stop flexin', start stressin'
That's facts (That's facts)
Throw ya mean mug in the trash (In the trash)
We ain't cuttin' none of y'all slack
That's facts, that's facts
I'm the type of dude that will just pull up on the mic
Spit over your verse and start hittin' on your wife
I don't give a shit about your insufficient life
You're just another dollar that I'm takin' with the dice
You call that shit a wallet? Man, it look a little light
I'm chargin' what I charge, you can't get another price
I've been arrested twice with E pills and Vics
But I'm a slick motherf*cker, grease spills on ice
Brilli-f*ckin'-iante
Full Monte and entrée to Beyoncé
F*ck what ya mom say
Popovers in Pompei
Burgers Flambé, mongo
This sparks joy, Marie Kondo
How could you do this?
What I'm smokin's as loud as our music
Wow, this shit stupid
Just puffed a pound of "Hadouken!"
Facts, and this song is how we can prove it
Stop flexin', start stressin'
That's facts (That's facts)
Throw ya mean mug in the trash (In the trash)
We ain't cuttin' none of y'all slack
That's facts, that's facts
Facts upon facts upon facts
Holla at Trash, "Where the cash at?"
Scrill got the bills
Bacon verbose
"What do u mean?"
He do the most
It go
Dollars, cents, pocket lint
I'm the shit, y'all should quit
I'm high, everybody
So call me Dr. Nick
Listen, if we stole yo' shit, then you won't get it back
The world ain't as cold through the rose-tinted glass
My theater of the mind got some rows in the back
Hopefully that goes just for those who can rap
Louder again just for those in the back
Smokin' a pack with some hoes in the 'Lac
Goin' off track like there's holes in the map
Hip-Hop is dead, so we sold it for scraps
Writer: Jackson Yates, Sam Adler, Will Neal
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid