Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Facts, artist - Stitches.
Date of issue: 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! |