Facts Only - LUCKI

Ayy, woah, ayy

Running from the drank, like

Top five worst feelings in the world

I’m gon' state the facts and he gon' say it, yo

Ayy, uh, and he gon' say it, uh

I’m gon' state the facts, and he gon' state his raps

We do what we please and that’s just what you lack, ayy

T-shirt in the breeze, I think I’m still in Cali

I’m dodging federalés, got cookie in the mail-y

RIP the legends for the lean up in my belly

You say I need to stop, I hope you still here when I’m ready

I’d rather pop a seal and show some hoes who really petty

I’m cool, cruisin' through Queens, I’m tryna find some scenes from Belly, ayy

Fuck with me, baby, I’m the deadest

Percs and no feelings, when will you get it, uh, ayy

Fuck with me, baby, I’m the deadest

Two percs deadly, bubble up my belly

Your bitch show me her arch, I feel at home like I was Nelly

Cookies in the airport, I pray they don’t smell me

Baby, I’m the deadest, yeah, ayy, ayy

Baby, I’m the deadest

I’m gon' state the facts, and he gon' say his raps

We do what we please, and that’s just what you lack