Face It (feat. Dirty Tay)

I bring them racks to the table like yeah
I made a straight girl face her fear
I put them diamonds in my neck an my ears
I made a good girl face her fears
I made a good girl face her fears
Yea yeah
Yeah
Yea yeah

I bring dem racks to the table like yeah
I made a good girl face her fears
She was sitting in a Benz when she cried dem tears
All these racks in we can sit back for years
I been drankin Tuss still coming out the seal
I been on the drugs and I can't even feel
Nahl real talk I can't take these boys for real

Canada Dry pink when I go and crack the seal
The glock came plastic but the K came steel
We stack the money high man we going for the Mills
I fuck the bitch one time just for a thrill
I went designer print nigga Burberry Bill
The money going over yeah spill
I ain't touch shit nigga thats how I feel
If I say its dead then a nigga get killed
I'm going numb I'm off the pills
Ain going for nothing nawl for real
Been having lean leave a big oil spill
Got a hoe in Gwinnett get the pints at the crib
Free my brother City he had racks before jail
He just went an did his bid he ain't never go an tell

I make a drive wit da bags im scared of the mail
Pillowcase on the drac just to hold the shells
Im the type nigga serve a nigga with no scale
Im running shit for real ima cop me a presi
Im the gift from God hoe dont miss yo blessing
Hoe didnt give up that pussy
Now that hoe out here stressing
If I hear a nigga dissing ima catchem and stretchem
You can have money we gone still buss yo ass
You be with him you yean gone get no pass
I dont like the bitch face I just like her for her ass
They know I got bags but i'll rather sell glass
I buy it soft and my daddy make it glass
Look at me turnt im ahead of my class
I keep me a blicky I aint trying to go out sad
Glizzy with the dick slap the boy he a fag
My bros gang bangin they dont wear no flags
I drive dodge I dont drive no jag
Hit track in the Cat bitch you know im going fast
They hate me now they'll love to see me past
If my boxers was Amiri ill love to show my ass
I dont stop at redlights cause I always drive fast

All my cars came foreign 200 on the dash
Havin way too much motion caint go out sad
Wake up every morning go get a big bag
Speed it up on the adderall shit get fast
Nigga aint buying ten we aint serving no bags
We aint serving these niggas no bags

I bring them racks to the table like yeah
I made a good girl face her fears
She was sitting in a Benz when she cried dem tears
All these racks in we can sit back for years
I been drankin Tuss still coming out the seal
I been on the drugs and I caint even feel
Nahl real talk I caint take these boys for real



Credits
Writer(s): Marqedric Manuel
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