1500 facts Lyrics

Damn D-Boy, you sauced up

I'm a one man army. I be feeling like Terminator Rambo

I be prepared for whatever

Lord as I walk through the shadow of death when I die, hoping none of my enemies left

I'm from the hood and I'm living good, I'm a vet

Please don't compare me to the next, I'm the L's that I'm taking

I'm buying some lavines or go hit the lot, I'mma buy me a Lex

They keep asking the price on the jewelry, I'mma ask for no price

All I know is I'm breaking these necks

I'm a young 1of1, they call me Tracy, son yeah I gotta get it done

I ain't be feeling nobody, I want nobody around cause I ain't be feeling none

I got two sons, yeah I'm gonna kill something about them

I treat them like one of ones

I don't be tripping bout bitches, I ain't cuffing no hoes

I treat them like one an done

I'm from the drive and I'm coming out 1500

I'm popping, I'm holding it down

I had a slow start, took off go-kart

Now I'm your hottest young rapper in town

The shit that I sell, 2500 ain't getting you nothing

Go cop your pound

Bitches be eating me up and they calling me thots

They the ones who be passing me around

Look, fuck all these rappers, they sneak dissing

I'm the one that be fucking they weak bitches

In the bando where they got neat kitchens

On my road to success, trying to meet riches

Hating on me when we meet in prison

All of my views but don't like pictures

Niggas act like girls, they some dyke bitches

And it ain't no secret, I don't like niggas

I'm a young nigga, come straight from the top

Get a little money and loving my block

Had to take off of rap, let me tell you a fact

My lyrics is all that I got

My granny died and straight to indictment

The trenches just scarred me a lot

And I got a baddie who got a little fatty

I hit her in my lap like she make us a lot

Look, I'm turning up , ain't no turning me down

How the fuck you gonna turn me around

I cut a nigga straight off wassnt cut from that cloth

And I know you gonna tell on me now

And I got two baddies

We all up in Miami

We all up in Live

They're tonguing me down

And I done spent 40,000 on my teeth

I'm always smiling

Why the fuck I'm a frown

See, I'm the hottest youngin' you might ever meet

With Amari jeans and some Prada feet

And if it's Prada feet, I'm rocking Prada tees

It's called Super hate if you ain't proud of me

The boy money, Jake, you will never be

And these niggas rats

They phone be tapped, they talking like it's a spelling bee

I done leveled up to be a better me

When you talk to a man, look him straight in his eye

If you blink, then you go ahead and shoot him

If a man gon' die for his pride, won't put it to the side

Then you don't even use him

The police, they follow my ride

Put on your seatbelt, you know I'm gon' lose him

And when you want mad time, you ain't going for none

Any shooting, they probably accusing you

I keep it 1,500 like the block I'm from

Bomb on the smack make the block

Go dumb

Niggas ain't trapped

Never had no runs

Never out of town

Never had no fun

I don't know what they doing with their money

I be thinking they selling it

And every nigga said they once spoke with Jake

Swear to God he inhaling it

I put my hand on the Bible and lie on that bitch before I rat I'll die in that bitch

I can go anywhere I just gotta smell the air I swear to god I can survive in that bitch

She asked do I got a girl, I know I got a girl

But for the pussy, I lied to the bitch

They just try to ask me for money right after I nutted

I told her hold on got out of that bitch

I ain't Rico

I really get money

I gotta be Mitch

And I make them sick to their stomach

They really don't like me

I know the boys gotta be pissed

And they say they running, but not a run running

Like, hold the fuck on

I'm telling the blitz

You know when they speak about fooling, they say they get money

And yes, that boy staring at shit

Look, all of my odds better stay out of my way

Before I find him, he beats me away with the cake

I'm a young nigga just finding my way on these pussy

And money be making my day

Niggas be broke as a bitch

Tryna be in my mix

I bet they can't even spell pay

Niggas be claiming that ball

You play a little deep

Then niggas start fading away