Facecard
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
Extraterrestrial smokin on Pluto
Don't got no jits so I'm buying a two door
Black wood grip drac kick just like judo
My boy still got that white girl call it Juno
See I got the blues but I'm not depressed
Just cause you got the shoes don't mean you know how to dress
A hoe bout the last thing on earth i'ma stress
You can still pull up on me come get it for less
Once you come get it you gotta get gone
Got Gruntz in the leaf we not fucking with cones
Different colors in the bud like Infinity Stones
Got infinity plays, need infinity phones
Buss open that bag how I clock in
Whole lot of money on me when I walked in
Trap Bills number one fuck a Top Ten
And if your money looking right come shop then
Yeah
All that bitch want is some diamonds and pearls
I can see straight thru the lashes and curls
Trying to say you bossed up on your own to your girls
But that ain't the case
Say that you real but you lied to my face
All the love that I had for you turned into hate
Cant trust nobody ain't nobody safe
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
Extraterrestrial smokin on Pluto
Don't got no jits so I'm buying a two door
Black wood grip drac kick just like judo
My boy still got that white girl call it Juno
See I got the blues but I'm not depressed
Just cause you got the shoes don't mean you know how to dress
A hoe bout the last thing on earth i'ma stress
You can still pull up on me come get it for less
Once you come get it you gotta get gone
Got Gruntz in the leaf we not fucking with cones
Different colors in the bud like Infinity Stones
Got infinity plays, need infinity phones
Buss open that bag how I clock in
Whole lot of money on me when I walked in
Trap Bills number one fuck a Top Ten
And if your money looking right come shop then
Yeah
All that bitch want is some diamonds and pearls
I can see straight thru the lashes and curls
Trying to say you bossed up on your own to your girls
But that ain't the case
Say that you real but you lied to my face
All the love that I had for you turned into hate
Cant trust nobody ain't nobody safe
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
If twelve light us up turn the Benz to a racecar
I can get a four forty eight off the face card
No keyboard but we pressing them space Bars
Rapping my hobby and Trapping my dayjob
I work for myself why the fuck would I pay y'all?
Cap rap middleman trappers I hate y'all
I'm so one hundred put one in my AR
We gone make em' feel it they ain't even gotta say sorry
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Writer(s): William Burnley
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