Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Facts , by - Stitches. Release date: 26.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Facts |
| One motherfuckin' question they always ask me |
| Do I get high of my own supply? |
| Shut the fuck up, mind your business |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Guess what? |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| I do get high of my own supply |
| Tell me what you know 'bout stayin' up the whole night |
| It’s a tiredness up in my body that I can’t fight |
| So I gotta do a line of that cocaine, bruh |
| Am I bad cause I like to do a lil coke, bruh? |
| My kid always got that food up on his plate |
| My family always got money in they bank |
| I’m a G up in these streets, you know I got that rank |
| And I ain’t fuckin' that bitch if the pussy stank |
| It’s six-AM in the fuckin' mornin' |
| My cocaine and my dick got her moanin' |
| Fuck Young Jeezy, I’m the real fuckin' Snowman |
| Big Meech went up in prison and you went ghost, man |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Guess what? |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| I do get high of my own supply |
| Take it how you want it |
| Fuck that beef, I guarantee you that I won it |
| This ain’t no image, dog, you don’t fuckin' want it |
| I show up to your show and crack you with a bottle |
| Like Gucci Mane, fool |
| I’m corrupt like the system |
| I done a lotta shit but never been a victim |
| Once he upon the floor my Timberland’s gon' kick him |
| The world know that I’m real, the whole world, you done tricked 'em |
| Fake fool |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Do I get high off my own supply? |
| Guess what? |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| I do get high of my own supply |
| Straight up, fool! |
| That fake rappin' that shit! |
| That fake ass image you got, boy! |
| You ain’t no dope, boy! |
| Act right boy, dont come to my city no more |
| I put a real pound in yo head |
| Matter fact, 50 racks for any piece of jewelry that fool got on |
| Act right like that song you jumped on with Yo Gotti, fool |
| And don’t come around talkin' about you gon' put racks on my head |
| Cause the next show you do, I’ll be there, motherfucker! |
| And you better have mo' straps than T.I. |
| on that motherfucker tour bus, fool! |