Not the Face

Yea yea, CP
Yea, Chicken Fingers
I'm so fucking high
I feel the beat but not my face
I know my drank's too strong
But I can't even taste it
Going crazy
Cause this bitch saying she loves me but I know she's trying to play me
Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's

Riding around the town
And I'm smoked out
More clouds than a rainy day
When we toke loud
Folks proud
Cause a youngin always on his grind
On shawty train I'm running
I got hundreds on my mind
And I'll be gotdamned if somebody fronts on my man
Try me in the city sticks or find me in the island
Chopping up the beat
But you don't want to see me violent
Chopping up the heap and it's still shining like a diamond
White man
With some brown skin
And a green thumb
Medusa on the belt
Looking G'd up
Fill her Solo
She got D cups
For the low low
When I re-up
I need mo-mo
Never enough
Never run dry
Trees on bonsai
Asian girl mixed
Like a Mai Tai
Pussy out this world
Coochie sci-fi
I be way up
CP high rise
My team rude boys
Bunch of wise guys
I got connects
Like some WiFi
Serve them out the window
Like a drive by

I'm so fucking high
I feel the beat but not my face
I know my drank's too strong
But I can't even taste it
Going crazy
Cause this bitch saying she loves me but I know she's trying to play me
Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's
I'm so fucking high
I feel the beat but not my face
I know my drank's too strong
But I can't even taste it
Going crazy
Cause this bitch saying she loves me but I know she's trying to play me
Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's

Too turnt should I turn back
Got a bag full of herb
Finna burn that
Respect on my name
CP earned that
Probably got it because I brought it in a burlap
Shawty bad but I ain't about to buy a Birk' bag
Sometimes I'm quiet but I'm not the one to chirp at
I'm smoking loud
The blunt be screaming bloody murder
Pull up on you like yea nigga what the word now
You talking street until I turn you to a curb mouth
So call me daddy
Listen son you need to learn now
I'm fucking sentence and giving birth to word childs
A little bitch ain't something that the world is going to turn around
I've been going so hard day to day
I've been with these ho's off lean molly and K
No time for a fake cause these niggas deceive like some makeup
A lot of ho's want a ring so they fake love so I'm cool
Don't need a boo because I've got jewels and I've got goons
And they've got juice
And they don't want hands because they've got tools
Hate to get reckless but I can't get played as a fool
In the rear view see them watching my moves
I'm hot with the tunes but I'm a hot boy so I still get stopped by the blues
That's inevitable
Peep what I pulled up in
And after that check out his shoes
I don't play fair
I'm such a good sport
I ain't a bad sport because my team doesn't lose
Call up your squad and we'll mob on your crew
Your chick wipe me down call it swabbing the deck
Under my Gucci's and pulled down my True's
Making some plays while your chick give me neck

I'm so fucking high
I feel the beat but not my face
I know my drank's too strong
But I can't even taste it
Going crazy
Cause this bitch saying she loves me but I know she's trying to play me
Know the game and that it's filled up with fugazi's