Face ID

Had to double up packs we're servin
In a German coupe we're swervin
Big bucks on a good night we're earnin
Turning, our opps in the grave they're burning

Someone should've told me
We'd make the same money that we see on TV
Nowadays gotta stay lowkey
Six digit passcode no face ID

Should've planned for way more trap spots
Used to get dizzy off fumes from crackpots
Nowadays give hoes these backshots
Pull their hair back crack necks like snapshot (snapshot)

Tell me what's real
If I went down would you hold the deal
Been through many girls tryna find one with a big back
Baby come hold this steel

If I went down would you help me up
If I got locked would you keep it shut
If I lost faith would you hold my trust
If cops show up would you keep it tucked

They do the drill and take photos
Cameramen all they film is highlights
When we do the drill two guns
With flashlights lift them call it Twilight

Shots at gun spat, we killed rats
Fifteen blade's wet and popped gats
Conversations about our mob ties
We move on all sides, we come like bad guys

See the mindset's evil and twisted
Come like soldiers the way we're enlisted
Back in the day it was shoot or get shot
Stab or end up as another statistic

Had to double up packs we're servin
In a German coupe we're swervin
Big bucks on a good night we're earnin
Turning, our opps in the grave they're burning

Someone should've told me
We'd make the same money that we see on TV
Nowadays gotta stay lowkey
Six digit passcode no face ID

Should've planned for way more trap spots
Used to get dizzy off fumes from crackpots
Nowadays give hoes these backshots
Pull their hair back crack necks like snapshot (Snapshot)

Tell me what's real
If I went down would you hold the deal
Been through many girls tryna find one with a big back
Baby come hold this steel

Baby, bend it back and then break it (Break it)
Throw it back and then shake it (Shake it)
See if you can really make it (Make it)
I hate it

Pussy boys talking all out their feelings
We grinding hard until we make us a milli
We're shooting them all till we leave em all bleeding
They do all that tweeting their lives are misleading

Dodging bullets like limbo
Extended clips out the window
We're lighting them up like a disco
Groupie girls wanna speak our lingo

I'm fighting off my inhibitions
Ambitions to finish missions
Check that mag for ammunition
My pants Dior come like Christian

How can they talk on me
Step round there with a 223
Respect on my name don't try that beef
Cah we know 'bout opps got left in the sea

Baby tell me would you ride for me
If I gave you the gat would you lie for me
If I really got locked would you cry for me
Nah babes just tell me would you die for me
Would you die for, me?



Credits
Writer(s): Saint Balenci
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