Bxg Fxcts by Kultur3 Lyrics
Big facts
Kultur3 you ain't getting no money
Big facts
Everybody always overlooking you
Nobody wanna f**k with you
Cause of yo swag and you weird as f**k
Kultur3
Nessy
Next time I see my ex imma f**king flex on her
Next time I see the cops ima say f**k em
I been down on my last and these niggas laughed at me
I got racks in my pocket watch the money fall off me
Bad b**ch give me becky yeah she finna throw the necky
I be Lit.. Lit Lit Lit
Off the drank she do drugs
I can’t f**k with yall ni**as
None of y'all the plug
Oh lame ass fake ass ugly ass ni**as
Wanna count a half a milli sitting sea side with the b**ches
I got hits after hits make me feel like j-dilla yeah
Kultur3 got the juice f**k around and killed Q yeah
Bad little b**ch what u think that imma do
Fff**k the chick with no hands
Money talk I got bands
Rollin we rollin we rolling up gas
Hit on the chick and I pass to my mans
Nobody loyal no loyal my friends
All of these ni**as they tend to pretend
Talk in they face and then trade on they mans
Pour up the drank then toast with the fake
Little b**ch
Ohhhh Little b**ch
Ohhhhh
Nessy The Rill-a
Keep a sawed off where my nana stay (Big Facts)
Nessy with the games if you really tryna plan to play (Big-Facts)
I can't act I can’t front
Kobe told ya p**sy ni**as
Imma get what I want
Throw that bag in the trunk, aye
Baby hear my flow
(Aye) know my style my own
(Aye) I be really High
Never gettin' low
(Aye) Do it for the Kultur3
Always let em see you shine
This slap boy I can't lie
Black boy and I paint lines
Met a broad with another broad
Had em screaming Lord at the same time
So appalled as they stumble off
Get a booty call on my face time
20 minutes now she on it kissin'
Baby get the lickin' on my waist line
Really can't afford to waste time
Hit the skeeet then it's bake time
Uh..bi**h imma master piece
Keep it a hundred I never be jumpin' this life ain’t the half of me..
A beautiful tragedy, thinkin’ you passin' me
I hit the gas and squeeze, hearing y’all laugh at me
But I get the bag you see
That digital dash in speed
Know that they after me
But I got the class indeed (x2)
Kultur3 you ain't getting no money
Big facts
Everybody always overlooking you
Nobody wanna f**k with you
Cause of yo swag and you weird as f**k
Kultur3
Nessy
Next time I see my ex imma f**king flex on her
Next time I see the cops ima say f**k em
I been down on my last and these niggas laughed at me
I got racks in my pocket watch the money fall off me
Bad b**ch give me becky yeah she finna throw the necky
I be Lit.. Lit Lit Lit
Off the drank she do drugs
I can’t f**k with yall ni**as
None of y'all the plug
Oh lame ass fake ass ugly ass ni**as
Wanna count a half a milli sitting sea side with the b**ches
I got hits after hits make me feel like j-dilla yeah
Kultur3 got the juice f**k around and killed Q yeah
Bad little b**ch what u think that imma do
Fff**k the chick with no hands
Money talk I got bands
Rollin we rollin we rolling up gas
Hit on the chick and I pass to my mans
Nobody loyal no loyal my friends
All of these ni**as they tend to pretend
Talk in they face and then trade on they mans
Pour up the drank then toast with the fake
Little b**ch
Ohhhh Little b**ch
Ohhhhh
Nessy The Rill-a
Keep a sawed off where my nana stay (Big Facts)
Nessy with the games if you really tryna plan to play (Big-Facts)
I can't act I can’t front
Kobe told ya p**sy ni**as
Imma get what I want
Throw that bag in the trunk, aye
Baby hear my flow
(Aye) know my style my own
(Aye) I be really High
Never gettin' low
(Aye) Do it for the Kultur3
Always let em see you shine
This slap boy I can't lie
Black boy and I paint lines
Met a broad with another broad
Had em screaming Lord at the same time
So appalled as they stumble off
Get a booty call on my face time
20 minutes now she on it kissin'
Baby get the lickin' on my waist line
Really can't afford to waste time
Hit the skeeet then it's bake time
Uh..bi**h imma master piece
Keep it a hundred I never be jumpin' this life ain’t the half of me..
A beautiful tragedy, thinkin’ you passin' me
I hit the gas and squeeze, hearing y’all laugh at me
But I get the bag you see
That digital dash in speed
Know that they after me
But I got the class indeed (x2)