The Faceway, Pt. 2 (feat. KhiBDN & Llbzverse)
Face
Boom, knock this head off
If you don't go to face, way then you hella lost
My niggas got big guap and big glocks
Fuck it up, lil' baby, yeah, don't stop
I be sliding on that ice where you niggas not
For them pop shots, guarantee a body drop
Got 30 for my glock, stock on the chop
Krammin all a nigga know so I can't stop
Me and Faceway hella high, still gone pour this eight
These niggas really scared, come outside and play
You can't run from this drakey, that's gon' leave a stain
It's consequences fucking with the Face
OT, we use the blinkers, tryna dodge a case
Feel like every the other day, I take him on a chase
Pz fucking up some bands with 50 on his waist
Niggas don't wanna smoke, they know they getting laced
That nigga in my head, that's the best, of me
They like, where you niggas at? We at Pepsi
A lot of fam in that can, tryna move at next speed
Chicken heads with the gang, I'm asking where the neck be
Mmm, really where the check be
How you got on full Nike, nigga, where the check be
Fake hurdles when I dunk, looking just like SB
I'm a boy behind the wheel, I bet they not gone catch Pz
I just got a couple bows, bitch, I really flip packs
I just got a new whore, you know I'ma send that
It be coming out my pores, I be on that juice bad
If I see a baba nigga, it ain't no get back
I just seen a nice whip, pass the bip, finna splash
I rock with BDN, bitch bout the mob, I catch a homie
Pz got the bomb, have the fiends looking like zombies
In a new scat with the 50 sitting beside me
I'm not tryna hear about no guns you ain't gone bust
How you go down beating a bitch and think you one of us
Niggas bleed the fit all day, then make a hundred bucks
Then speak on dead niggas that they never touched
Molly Water Percocet she want all of the above
If I hit her off this perky, she gone fall in love
This Glock fuck hella niggas like a dirty slut
Check the scoreboard, you niggas runner ups
Young nigga, and I been on that road
I got black, I got white, but keep it on the low
And you know I be sliming with the motherfucking bros
Might mistake us for the Navy cause these big ass poles
Ice City nigga, with the heater leave 'em froze
I just ran out of Perkys, now a nigga blowed
I'm the first auntie call every time that she score
I can get 'em out the way, flip that shit till it's gone!
Boom, knock this head off
If you don't go to face, way then you hella lost
My niggas got big guap and big glocks
Fuck it up, lil' baby, yeah, don't stop
I be sliding on that ice where you niggas not
For them pop shots, guarantee a body drop
Got 30 for my glock, stock on the chop
Krammin all a nigga know so I can't stop
Me and Faceway hella high, still gone pour this eight
These niggas really scared, come outside and play
You can't run from this drakey, that's gon' leave a stain
It's consequences fucking with the Face
OT, we use the blinkers, tryna dodge a case
Feel like every the other day, I take him on a chase
Pz fucking up some bands with 50 on his waist
Niggas don't wanna smoke, they know they getting laced
That nigga in my head, that's the best, of me
They like, where you niggas at? We at Pepsi
A lot of fam in that can, tryna move at next speed
Chicken heads with the gang, I'm asking where the neck be
Mmm, really where the check be
How you got on full Nike, nigga, where the check be
Fake hurdles when I dunk, looking just like SB
I'm a boy behind the wheel, I bet they not gone catch Pz
I just got a couple bows, bitch, I really flip packs
I just got a new whore, you know I'ma send that
It be coming out my pores, I be on that juice bad
If I see a baba nigga, it ain't no get back
I just seen a nice whip, pass the bip, finna splash
I rock with BDN, bitch bout the mob, I catch a homie
Pz got the bomb, have the fiends looking like zombies
In a new scat with the 50 sitting beside me
I'm not tryna hear about no guns you ain't gone bust
How you go down beating a bitch and think you one of us
Niggas bleed the fit all day, then make a hundred bucks
Then speak on dead niggas that they never touched
Molly Water Percocet she want all of the above
If I hit her off this perky, she gone fall in love
This Glock fuck hella niggas like a dirty slut
Check the scoreboard, you niggas runner ups
Young nigga, and I been on that road
I got black, I got white, but keep it on the low
And you know I be sliming with the motherfucking bros
Might mistake us for the Navy cause these big ass poles
Ice City nigga, with the heater leave 'em froze
I just ran out of Perkys, now a nigga blowed
I'm the first auntie call every time that she score
I can get 'em out the way, flip that shit till it's gone!
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Robinson
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