All Facts Not 1 Opinion lyrics

[Intro: Slimmy B]
(RBE, SOB)
Lil' n*gga
Lil' n*gga
Lil' n*gga (Li-Li-Li-Li-Link+Up)

[Verse: DaBoii & Slimmy B]
Me and Slimmy back to back, you n*ggas in trouble (Lil' n*gga)
The GLOCK with me, two-tone, the clip on a puzzle
Diamonds on us drippy-drip, they thinkin' we puddles
She gon' see the other side of me for thinkin' I cuddle (Gang, ayy)
And when she see the other side she gon' see a demon (See a demon)
She fell in love with this di*k 'cause I go the deepest (Go the deepest)
See a sucker and I'm trippin', I don't need a reason (Need a reason)
And I'm sliding with this chop, f*ck a vest, you gon' need Jesus
A couple strokes from the back, she gon' need a breather (She gon' need a breather)
A b*tch ain't gettin' sh*t from me, not a piece of pizza
Lost my relationship with God, I'm in need of preaching
Feelin' froggy, n*gga, jump, n*gga, get to leapin'
I don't want that fake love, n*gga, you could keep it (Keep it)
Givin' love to the b*tch, I just f*ck and leave her (Nerd)
You can catch me in the field like I'm Jeepers Creepers
Keep on playin' with your life, you gon' meet the Reaper
Oh, you on my head? Then knock it off my shoulders (Off my shoulders)
A gleeky on him while he leanin', make that n*gga sober (Make him sober)
My future gettin' brighter, but death been movin' closer
I got the info from the b*tch, lil' bro, you shouldn't have told her (Nerd)
b*tch play one game with me then the game is over (Game over)
My whole gang deliver smoke, n*gga, place a order
They ask me am I feelin' fine? Yeah, kinda sorta
And yeah, you the big homie but your money shorter
Light show up on my neck, ain't no chain tuckin' (Nope)
Masked up, pull a skit, we don't say nothin'
Wanna be up in this gang, you gotta spray somethin'
And if you wanna be my b*tch you gotta pay somethin' (b*tch)
Everybody gotta die, know my day comin' (Gang, gang)
Strictly only brothers like I hate cousins (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
All my old hoes you n*ggas stay lovin'
Need to get your ass a badge 'cause you stay cuffin' (Cop)
b*tch, get up off my di*k, this don't belong to you (Don't belong to you)
In the lab cookin', nah, b*tch, won't make no song for you
They mournin' me, I'm tired of this sh*t, Lord, how long were you?
Where the Woods at? Nah, I will not hit no bong with you (Where the good?)
Hmm, sorry, mmm, not sorry (Nope)
Say that baby mines, b*tch sound dumb, call Maury
Nah, I'm playin', take this pill, that's a problem solved
Get that situated then a new di*k she'll be hoppin' on (b*tch)
I'm a funny n*gga, you a bummy n*gga
Ruth's Chris got me lookin' like a chubby n*gga
You would text a b*tch all day, lovey-dovey n*gga (Facts)
I'ma slide through and put it in her tummy, n*gga
And I hate a broke b*tch that be actin' rich (Broke b*tch)
Speakin' down on my name so I can't have the b*tch
All these hundreds in my pockets, I'll bag the b*tch (Blues)
Got no sympathy for hoes, I'll slap a b*tch (b*tch)
And if you thinkin' I'm a lick then you lack education
Why I smoke so damn much? That's my medication
And I ain't puttin' down the mic 'cause I'm dedicated
Yeah, was married to the Glock, skit got pulled then we got separated
It's a lot of chops in this b*tch with me (In this b*tch with me)
It's a lot of Glocks in this b*tch with me (In this b*tch with me)
Act dumb, you'll get popped in this b*tch with me (In this b*tch with me)
G23, I got LeBron in this b*tch with me (In this b*tch with me)
And I'll bust a whole nut on your b*tch titties (On your b*tch titties)
And if you livin' off the b*tch, then you Tim Timmy (Then you Tim Timmy)
Like a blind man I got a stick with me (Got a stick with me)
My b*tch a goddess, you be f*ckin' on a Miss Piggy (Lil n*gga)
Penalty, three yards, b*tch, your breath stink (Breath stink)
di*k so good, baby wanna make a sex tape (Make a sex tape)
The only pass I'm givin' opps is the F grade (Is the F grade)
And this chopper flip a n*gga like a pancake, b*tch
[Outro: Slimmy B & DaBoii]
n*gga, all facts (And not one opinion)
All facts (And not one opinion)
All facts (And not one opinion)
Want smoke? Yeah, we want all of that, ayy
n*gga, all facts (And not one opinion)
Ha, n*gga, all facts (And not one opinion)
Ha, n*gga, all facts
di*k so good, I'll blow your b*tch back, lil' n*gga
Ah, all facts
Ha, ha, all facts
Ha, ha, all facts
Ha, ha, all facts
Ah, ah, all facts
Ah, ah, all facts
Ah, n*gga