They wanna hear Father Flow...and friends
It's Figures and Facts baby
Figures and Facts, double-F
Eyo it's Lit T, future rap hall of famer to-be
It's that kinky-headed boy you can still call Mr. Clean
The flow's spotless, you just some red wine on white carpet
It's okay though, double F4, hittin' all the stains like the Oxy
For the boo boos, got no band-aids
They cosplaying, lookin' fan-made
I'm a dirty boy, need a handmaid
Just a flirty boy with some plans made
Rock it like Elvis yeah blue suede
Rolling like molly when mood sways
So on Tuesday, I'm grabbing her booty in french
That's touche
Off with the brands, 'less she rock Vans
She off the wall like a fly on the lamp
Samurai slip-ons like I'm in Japan
Only thing I rip-off is her pants
A man from the land where the sand ain't all beachy
Behind the scenes so you cannot see me
And all of my lyrics can't be found on Genius
So you've gotta meet us for the annotation
OG Young T whippin' it up like he really be baking
It's the last call to board, this train's leaving the station
It's the last call to pour, my brain needs a vacation
Lit T Grizzly barely hit the scene, feel like I already made it
(Yuh, yuh)
Yo open up your ears for this new banger
I'm Yvng Baud, will never be a stranger
Bitches want me now, keep tellin' em later
Cuttin' em off, no cliffhanger
Wood grain gripping (Skrrt), roof game missing (Skrrt)
Winning every game gotta keep my position
Kush got me in that critical condition
Profit my only ambition
Rapping live overseas
Only thing you'll ever spit is sunflower seeds
Frozen in this kush coma, Mr. Freeze
Sippin' strong, and never skip the pre
Grand Prix, speeding up the ramp
Arnie Madoff sitting shotgun while twisting up the plant
Got the gat, tell em bring the heat
Can't handle that? Take a seat
(Uhhh) I might drop a baby for my next tape
Call it VVG3, see? I make the nest great
Hold a seat like I'm Hamilton's finest
Wet blanket on the line, it's the rap game Linus
Your Highness, tryna get the grapes where the vine is
Wine in the cupboard, I'm a lover on a budget
Kindly tell me what the charge and the fine is
I pine for the cheese. No cake, then I fudge it!
Dollars on my tee, look at Hester
I ain't even know him but I think it be my best shirt
Mister Young slam dunk, couple new semesters
Whiskey in my spittle, I can whistle like a Western
It's the F-L-O, double double, no cream
B-R-O, heavy D, no sugar, no cream
And my reference got em on reverance
I'm a young pastor and the sermon's all free
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Got an invite from Picasso to come over for pesto
So I came for the pasta, but I left with his frescoes
On a beach in the gulf with the best clothes
And chronically be soundin' sonically from the west coast
The beat's from Ontario, 'Roy in the prairie dough
But now I'm up-B making coins like I'm Mario
Originally Bramalea, iced out with antifreeze
Basically a family - a couple of hermanos on the stereo
The boy be higher than the summit of a mountaintop
Arnie is the black Warren Buffet, always counting crops
Money on the counter top, bills in the briefcase
Whole life a cheapskate, but still eating cheesecake
Land of the free, home of the brave
You all alone in the grave, still dead but not lonely
Still rocking Jordans with a sick Roley
But now you're at the pearly gates telling fib stories
Closing big deals and I'm talking eight figures
Talking big facts, no brothers, no printers
Used to sling dope in the black Sprinter
Now I need the dough. Get the bread hoe, yeah I'm cheffin'
Speeding up the ramp, twisted off the plant
Speeding up the ramp (Speedin!), twisted off the plant
Speeding up the ramp (Yeah!), twisted off the plant
Ride is hard, don't be gentle, this ain't a rental
Double F four like school grades (Uh)
Client book thicker than a phone book (Uh)
Quarter milli for a feature, another three for a Richard
I'ma step up to the club with that fresh shit on
So take a big step, take a big step back
I might look black but my skin don't crack
Credit card black, better watch me handle that
These bitches wanna creep, I gotta watch my back
Think the cognac and endo sack make me slack?
Live the life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Step up to the club with that fresh shit on
And something crazy on my arm, uh uh uh
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Flowzus - Figures & Facts IV (feat. Lit Man T, Yvng Baud, Hilroy & Madoff) Lyrics
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They wanna hear Father Flow...and friends
It's Figures and Facts baby
Figures and Facts, double-F
Eyo it's Lit T, future rap hall of famer to-be
It's that kinky-headed boy you can still call Mr. Clean
The flow's spotless, you just some red wine on white carpet
It's okay though, double F4, hittin' all the stains like the Oxy
For the boo boos, got no band-aids
They cosplaying, lookin' fan-made
I'm a dirty boy, need a handmaid
Just a flirty boy with some plans made
Rock it like Elvis yeah blue suede
Rolling like molly when mood sways
So on Tuesday, I'm grabbing her booty in french
That's touche
Off with the brands, 'less she rock Vans
She off the wall like a fly on the lamp
Samurai slip-ons like I'm in Japan
Only thing I rip-off is her pants
A man from the land where the sand ain't all beachy
Behind the scenes so you cannot see me
And all of my lyrics can't be found on Genius
So you've gotta meet us for the annotation
OG Young T whippin' it up like he really be baking
It's the last call to board, this train's leaving the station
It's the last call to pour, my brain needs a vacation
Lit T Grizzly barely hit the scene, feel like I already made it
(Yuh, yuh)
Yo open up your ears for this new banger
I'm Yvng Baud, will never be a stranger
Bitches want me now, keep tellin' em later
Cuttin' em off, no cliffhanger
Wood grain gripping (Skrrt), roof game missing (Skrrt)
Winning every game gotta keep my position
Kush got me in that critical condition
Profit my only ambition
Rapping live overseas
Only thing you'll ever spit is sunflower seeds
Frozen in this kush coma, Mr. Freeze
Sippin' strong, and never skip the pre
Grand Prix, speeding up the ramp
Arnie Madoff sitting shotgun while twisting up the plant
Got the gat, tell em bring the heat
Can't handle that? Take a seat
(Uhhh) I might drop a baby for my next tape
Call it VVG3, see? I make the nest great
Hold a seat like I'm Hamilton's finest
Wet blanket on the line, it's the rap game Linus
Your Highness, tryna get the grapes where the vine is
Wine in the cupboard, I'm a lover on a budget
Kindly tell me what the charge and the fine is
I pine for the cheese. No cake, then I fudge it!
Dollars on my tee, look at Hester
I ain't even know him but I think it be my best shirt
Mister Young slam dunk, couple new semesters
Whiskey in my spittle, I can whistle like a Western
It's the F-L-O, double double, no cream
B-R-O, heavy D, no sugar, no cream
And my reference got em on reverance
I'm a young pastor and the sermon's all free
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Got an invite from Picasso to come over for pesto
So I came for the pasta, but I left with his frescoes
On a beach in the gulf with the best clothes
And chronically be soundin' sonically from the west coast
The beat's from Ontario, 'Roy in the prairie dough
But now I'm up-B making coins like I'm Mario
Originally Bramalea, iced out with antifreeze
Basically a family - a couple of hermanos on the stereo
The boy be higher than the summit of a mountaintop
Arnie is the black Warren Buffet, always counting crops
Money on the counter top, bills in the briefcase
Whole life a cheapskate, but still eating cheesecake
Land of the free, home of the brave
You all alone in the grave, still dead but not lonely
Still rocking Jordans with a sick Roley
But now you're at the pearly gates telling fib stories
Closing big deals and I'm talking eight figures
Talking big facts, no brothers, no printers
Used to sling dope in the black Sprinter
Now I need the dough. Get the bread hoe, yeah I'm cheffin'
Speeding up the ramp, twisted off the plant
Speeding up the ramp (Speedin!), twisted off the plant
Speeding up the ramp (Yeah!), twisted off the plant
Ride is hard, don't be gentle, this ain't a rental
Double F four like school grades (Uh)
Client book thicker than a phone book (Uh)
Quarter milli for a feature, another three for a Richard
I'ma step up to the club with that fresh shit on
So take a big step, take a big step back
I might look black but my skin don't crack
Credit card black, better watch me handle that
These bitches wanna creep, I gotta watch my back
Think the cognac and endo sack make me slack?
Live the life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Step up to the club with that fresh shit on
And something crazy on my arm, uh uh uh
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
It's Figures and Facts baby
Figures and Facts, double-F
Eyo it's Lit T, future rap hall of famer to-be
It's that kinky-headed boy you can still call Mr. Clean
The flow's spotless, you just some red wine on white carpet
It's okay though, double F4, hittin' all the stains like the Oxy
For the boo boos, got no band-aids
They cosplaying, lookin' fan-made
I'm a dirty boy, need a handmaid
Just a flirty boy with some plans made
Rock it like Elvis yeah blue suede
Rolling like molly when mood sways
So on Tuesday, I'm grabbing her booty in french
That's touche
Off with the brands, 'less she rock Vans
She off the wall like a fly on the lamp
Samurai slip-ons like I'm in Japan
Only thing I rip-off is her pants
A man from the land where the sand ain't all beachy
Behind the scenes so you cannot see me
And all of my lyrics can't be found on Genius
So you've gotta meet us for the annotation
OG Young T whippin' it up like he really be baking
It's the last call to board, this train's leaving the station
It's the last call to pour, my brain needs a vacation
Lit T Grizzly barely hit the scene, feel like I already made it
(Yuh, yuh)
Yo open up your ears for this new banger
I'm Yvng Baud, will never be a stranger
Bitches want me now, keep tellin' em later
Cuttin' em off, no cliffhanger
Wood grain gripping (Skrrt), roof game missing (Skrrt)
Winning every game gotta keep my position
Kush got me in that critical condition
Profit my only ambition
Rapping live overseas
Only thing you'll ever spit is sunflower seeds
Frozen in this kush coma, Mr. Freeze
Sippin' strong, and never skip the pre
Grand Prix, speeding up the ramp
Arnie Madoff sitting shotgun while twisting up the plant
Got the gat, tell em bring the heat
Can't handle that? Take a seat
(Uhhh) I might drop a baby for my next tape
Call it VVG3, see? I make the nest great
Hold a seat like I'm Hamilton's finest
Wet blanket on the line, it's the rap game Linus
Your Highness, tryna get the grapes where the vine is
Wine in the cupboard, I'm a lover on a budget
Kindly tell me what the charge and the fine is
I pine for the cheese. No cake, then I fudge it!
Dollars on my tee, look at Hester
I ain't even know him but I think it be my best shirt
Mister Young slam dunk, couple new semesters
Whiskey in my spittle, I can whistle like a Western
It's the F-L-O, double double, no cream
B-R-O, heavy D, no sugar, no cream
And my reference got em on reverance
I'm a young pastor and the sermon's all free
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Got an invite from Picasso to come over for pesto
So I came for the pasta, but I left with his frescoes
On a beach in the gulf with the best clothes
And chronically be soundin' sonically from the west coast
The beat's from Ontario, 'Roy in the prairie dough
But now I'm up-B making coins like I'm Mario
Originally Bramalea, iced out with antifreeze
Basically a family - a couple of hermanos on the stereo
The boy be higher than the summit of a mountaintop
Arnie is the black Warren Buffet, always counting crops
Money on the counter top, bills in the briefcase
Whole life a cheapskate, but still eating cheesecake
Land of the free, home of the brave
You all alone in the grave, still dead but not lonely
Still rocking Jordans with a sick Roley
But now you're at the pearly gates telling fib stories
Closing big deals and I'm talking eight figures
Talking big facts, no brothers, no printers
Used to sling dope in the black Sprinter
Now I need the dough. Get the bread hoe, yeah I'm cheffin'
Speeding up the ramp, twisted off the plant
Speeding up the ramp (Speedin!), twisted off the plant
Speeding up the ramp (Yeah!), twisted off the plant
Ride is hard, don't be gentle, this ain't a rental
Double F four like school grades (Uh)
Client book thicker than a phone book (Uh)
Quarter milli for a feature, another three for a Richard
I'ma step up to the club with that fresh shit on
So take a big step, take a big step back
I might look black but my skin don't crack
Credit card black, better watch me handle that
These bitches wanna creep, I gotta watch my back
Think the cognac and endo sack make me slack?
Live the life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Step up to the club with that fresh shit on
And something crazy on my arm, uh uh uh
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Figures & Facts IV, sounding so fly
Living every day like we never gonna die
No lie, only tell it straight
We winning over wack rappers, checkmate
Writer: Brody Weld
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid