MoneyMarr – Speaking Facts lyrics

[Intro: Moneymarr]
Uh, uh
Can't rap about shit if I ain't speaking facts, uh
Nah, nah, this ain't no act
Illegal straps
Spizzle go crazy
Illegal racks

[Chorus: Moneymarr]
I can't rap about shit if I ain't speaking facts
I'm the youngest of trappers, nah, this ain't no act
On the block slanging rocks with them illegal straps
On the block servin' drop, making illegal racks
With this gun, I'm a pro, no, I can't be no rookie
I'm fucking with killers, I know that they with me
I'm smoking insane fuel straight from the Cookies
We keep spankin' the opps, they say, "Y'all niggas bullies"
I'm truly committed to rap, but I stack a lot
My bitch expensive, yeah, she like to shop a lot
Fucking with bankrolls, pockets got hella knots
My niggas trap, we got guns in the parking lot
I'ma slime through his rip, heard he joce-ing and shit
Yeah, that chop got a kick, rock and roll on his rip
Got the junkies on drop, straight coke in that dip
I ain't kissing that bitch, let her choke on my dick

[Verse: Stunna 4 Vegas]
4X, keep a big pole on his hip
Feel like Marr, bitch, I just might whip out the stick
Catch you in traffic, I'm parkin' your whip
He talkin' and woofin', I'm chalkin' his shit
He mad 'cause that ho ig stalkin' and shit
I don't care where we at, I'ma up off the rip
Get caught, I won't talk, I'ma stick to the script
Run down on the opp then gon' post on the strip
My lil' youngin 15 with no dreams
He just wanna shoot somethin'
He like, "Stunna, I'ma get this nigga out of here
All you gotta do is buy me a new gun"
Big Stunna won't beef with a pool putt
I call the play like down, set, hut
We ride with chops, and Glocks with the extras
I'm tryna stack bodies like Tetris

[Chorus: Moneymarr]
I can't rap about shit if I ain't speaking facts
I'm the youngest of trappers, nah, this ain't no act
On the block slanging rocks with them illegal straps
On the block servin' drop, making illegal racks
With this gun, I'm a pro, no, I can't be no rookie
I'm fucking with killers, I know that they with me
I'm smoking insane fuel straight from the Cookies
We keep spankin' the opps, they say, "Y'all niggas bullies"
I'm truly committed to rap, but I stack a lot
My bitch expensive, yeah, she like to shop a lot
Fucking with bankrolls, pockets got hella knots
My niggas trap, we got guns in the parking lot
I'ma slime through his rip, heard he joce-ing and shit
Yeah, that chop got a kick, rock and roll on his rip
Got the junkies on drop, straight coke in that dip
I ain't kissing that bitch, let her choke on my dick