FACTIME
Aye If your potna a opp you a opp too
Like a bar
You gone get You a Shot too
Face Time Aye
FaceTime Aye
If yo potna a opp you a pop too
Like a bar you gone get you a Shot too Face Time
Aye
Face Time
Aye
If yo potna a opp you a opp too Like a bar he Gone get him a Shot Too
FaceTime like a iPhone send a Shot straight Through his Apple
Boom
Big Blick when I slide through I'm like John Wick with this rifle
An I told moms for I see a grave
I'll be on the pound with them Lifers
But I know they gone rat they Mices
My whole team gone shoot like Isis
And I Love my blick I'll never Trust no bitch They Just want go Viral
I'm just fucking this Bitch No Title It's King Buckz in the hood
Im a idol I Hunt Niggas
Don't run ima find you ain't no Cap he was Dead on arrival
Aye just listen
None of My opps ain't living Either they Dead
Or they trying to get they Ass Out the City
Hunting these Niggas like Milly
Free them real Hittas on the walk Doing L's
Bout business deuce dog handle My business hitting everybody Got eyes
I ain't leaving no witness Drank Fucking Up My kidneys shorty
Ain't sliding Nigga Know You Ain't No Hitta
Murder official
Boost up the score when I blow With this Pistol Niggas Be Hoes
Let them sevens come Get you
Thirty below left em colder than Christmas
Im strapped with this pole in the Back of the Sprinter No Lacking
This Bitch be apart of my diddy She suck it So good
I might buy Her Givenchy draped in Dior
but I'm far from a Christian they Know I'm a menace
60's I like the money all blue like Nipsey
Couple G's throw Bee's in they With me
Real Legend like farve with the Fifty
Boy if you ain't one of mine you Against me
Get the gas burn his Ass till they Crispy
Then leave the body in the trunk On the Back street
Two stars in The car two two Three's
Niggas ain't sliding how you be Ratting and Wilding
But talking Boy you got all these Bodies that Ain't my problem
I'll hit his Ass In Designer that's why I got Blood on the Bottoms
Straight eight driver
Feds better know I ain't stopping
I slide with The carbon beside me it's filled with them
Rockets He gone need a bag not a doctor
I Rather see the can than the Coffin
Body my target hashtag No Talking shootout To the A in the Morning
Hit My Lil Bitch let Her Know I got horny
I'm here for The month On the first I'm a Gone my heart cold
But She Hotter than a sauna it's true take A look In my eyes
C-Murder I Dont do frauds if I See a flaw cut Him off they'll think
I went To School to be a surgeon yesirrskii
When I slide I ain't nervous Make sure
I hit Him with the First one only use two from the Four
It was curtains the murder Rate high Becuase my boys out
Purging Feds hot say The work To perfect how everything land
Like he trained with the service I Dont play Games nawwwwl
I Aint learn at the range All my Shots got aimed at a person
Sixties I like the money all blue Like Nipsey
Couple gee's throw bee's and They with me
Real legend like farve with the Fifty
If he ain't one of mine he against Me get the Gas burn his Ass till He crispy
And leave his body in the trunk On the back Street
Two stars in The car two two three's
Aye
Aye
Aye
Two stars in the car two two threes
Aye
Like a bar
You gone get You a Shot too
Face Time Aye
FaceTime Aye
If yo potna a opp you a pop too
Like a bar you gone get you a Shot too Face Time
Aye
Face Time
Aye
If yo potna a opp you a opp too Like a bar he Gone get him a Shot Too
FaceTime like a iPhone send a Shot straight Through his Apple
Boom
Big Blick when I slide through I'm like John Wick with this rifle
An I told moms for I see a grave
I'll be on the pound with them Lifers
But I know they gone rat they Mices
My whole team gone shoot like Isis
And I Love my blick I'll never Trust no bitch They Just want go Viral
I'm just fucking this Bitch No Title It's King Buckz in the hood
Im a idol I Hunt Niggas
Don't run ima find you ain't no Cap he was Dead on arrival
Aye just listen
None of My opps ain't living Either they Dead
Or they trying to get they Ass Out the City
Hunting these Niggas like Milly
Free them real Hittas on the walk Doing L's
Bout business deuce dog handle My business hitting everybody Got eyes
I ain't leaving no witness Drank Fucking Up My kidneys shorty
Ain't sliding Nigga Know You Ain't No Hitta
Murder official
Boost up the score when I blow With this Pistol Niggas Be Hoes
Let them sevens come Get you
Thirty below left em colder than Christmas
Im strapped with this pole in the Back of the Sprinter No Lacking
This Bitch be apart of my diddy She suck it So good
I might buy Her Givenchy draped in Dior
but I'm far from a Christian they Know I'm a menace
60's I like the money all blue like Nipsey
Couple G's throw Bee's in they With me
Real Legend like farve with the Fifty
Boy if you ain't one of mine you Against me
Get the gas burn his Ass till they Crispy
Then leave the body in the trunk On the Back street
Two stars in The car two two Three's
Niggas ain't sliding how you be Ratting and Wilding
But talking Boy you got all these Bodies that Ain't my problem
I'll hit his Ass In Designer that's why I got Blood on the Bottoms
Straight eight driver
Feds better know I ain't stopping
I slide with The carbon beside me it's filled with them
Rockets He gone need a bag not a doctor
I Rather see the can than the Coffin
Body my target hashtag No Talking shootout To the A in the Morning
Hit My Lil Bitch let Her Know I got horny
I'm here for The month On the first I'm a Gone my heart cold
But She Hotter than a sauna it's true take A look In my eyes
C-Murder I Dont do frauds if I See a flaw cut Him off they'll think
I went To School to be a surgeon yesirrskii
When I slide I ain't nervous Make sure
I hit Him with the First one only use two from the Four
It was curtains the murder Rate high Becuase my boys out
Purging Feds hot say The work To perfect how everything land
Like he trained with the service I Dont play Games nawwwwl
I Aint learn at the range All my Shots got aimed at a person
Sixties I like the money all blue Like Nipsey
Couple gee's throw bee's and They with me
Real legend like farve with the Fifty
If he ain't one of mine he against Me get the Gas burn his Ass till He crispy
And leave his body in the trunk On the back Street
Two stars in The car two two three's
Aye
Aye
Aye
Two stars in the car two two threes
Aye
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