Just Factz - Neef Buck, Jesse Rack$on

On the brown, orange hairs in my reefa

My watch and my Glock is a 40 milometer

Day to day, olive green face compliment the crease

Soon as I step in the place

Ok, ok, you niggas getting some money

But, you can’t buy swag, we still look at you funny

Uh, popping bottles, oh, you niggas hype

This shit is lite, we can do this every night

This ain’t accounted for, all I spend is extras

I’m in the game, moving blocks like Tetris

First, I beat the pot, weigh it up and beat the block

You know it’s straight drop when they start to milly-rock

Big dimes, got it like the cheese line

On the slow grind, trying to duck the fed time

Backwoods rolling, hookah smoke flowing

Taking pictures in my section like «who the hell knows him?»

Tabs, what the fuck is that?

Every time I’m out, I be fucking up cash

Nigga, I don’t brag, these is just factz

Selections in my section and you at the bar sad

Chasing my chickens, trying to even the score

But, your baby mom is forever, I can get a new whore (ha)

Let me chill, niggas still pay your bills, fuck around a kill a bitch

Ending up with a will

A good collar, run me bout a dollar

Still will put some gun powder in your rottweiler

Little bitch got potential, might need a sponsor

And, she ride the dick like a monster

Body almost perfect, in the (?) working

I just want a broad to play it low key

Fuck about the next, she only «joe» me

No harm, no foul, they pretend to be wild

Can’t hear the whispers cause my jewelry too loud

Crash dummy, they won’t miss you when you’re gone

Talking bout a real nigga with some fake shit on

Guess speaking on other men must never get boring

Tabs, what the fuck is that?

Every time I’m out, I be fucking up cash

Nigga, I don’t brag, these is just factz

Selections in my section and you at the bar sad