[Intro: WISE & Smiley]
(Yo, Icy, chill the fuck out)
Yeah
Had to talk my shit a bit
It's WISE, you fucking idiots
Yes
Listen
Fuck is wrong with these cats?

[Verse 1: WISE]
Ridin' through the city in the back of the roads, got my feet up (Laid back)
In my own shit, bumping through the speakers (Through the track)
Courtside, why you bitches sitting in the bleachers? (Ayy, like, where they at?)
I'ma make a hundred million dollars sellin' features (Bitch, now that's a fact)
Should've come to WISE, bitch, I try to get it cheaper (Cheaper)
Loyal to the game, I'm not a cheater (Never)
Bitch, you better fall back
Moving like we got a rod and some wild hats (Yeah)

[Chorus: WISE]
Yeah, that's all facts
Yeah, that's all facts
Yeah, that's all facts
Fuck a piece, bitch, give me all that

[Verse 2: Smiley]
Free my guys out them cold cages
I'm with Travis Scott, road-raging
Shorty know I'm half amazing (Amazing)
Shorty know on tour, I don't care 'bout bitches (I don't)
What you think, this just happened? I've been patient (What you think?)
I'm the hottest youngin out
I'm so owls like my couch
Take a lil' bitch to TAO
Bring her home, but she loud
I was rolling, rolling loud
I'm so high, touching clouds
Album mode, she know I'm low-key
Man, that bummy can't approach me
The oppies know Smigg's a trophy (Trophy)
Trap house, feel like Kobe (Yeah)
I'm in Paris on a date (I am)
I told Morgan, facts I play
In L.A., I bank at Chase
I'm Tariq, I shoot my name (Fuck)
My ex be happy if she stayed
Don't hear they music in L.A. (I don't)
No, I can't even claim you no more (I don't)
I don't got feelings no more (I don't)
I don't go to tap meets no more (I don't)
I don't go to Zara's no more (I don't)
Don't even buy her a choker (I don't)
Might drop again, October (Six)
[Chorus: WISE]
Yeah, that's all facts
Yeah, that's all facts
Yeah, that's all facts
Fuck, a piece, bitch, give me all that

[Verse 3: WISE]
Never been a fan of moderation (Yeah)
Fly out to the islands, I don't no hibernation (Do no hibernation)
Everything in excess, it's a celebration (Celebration)
Always give a hundred, no points for participation
And I speak in code, they been tryna crack the combination (DaVinci)
Pussy, money, weed is the equation (With me)
Bad at math, I guess that's why you hating (How?)
Fly up on her the getaway, then ask, "What's the occasion?" (That's every day)
'Cause I don't fuck with broke boys
Rollin' with some billionaires and a couple dope boys (Yeah, yeah)
I be on the yacht, we got bitches on the float toys
Take it back to land, then we hoppin' in a Rolls-Royce
Feelin' screwed and chopped, Pimp C with a low voice
And that words to Keef, man, you boys be making no noise
Hit a three like Ja, yeah, you bitches left me no choice (No choice)
Fuck that pussy raw, yes, I do believe in pro-choice (I do)

[Chorus: WISE]
Yeah, that's all facts
Yeah, that's all facts
Yeah, that's all facts
Fuck a piece, bitch, give me all that