Face Off
Nigga a bitch, think he hard 'cause he gotta fake car, knock his whole face off
Hit the gas and they bitch go Mmm, we ain't riding no race car
Shit I got on cost me a bannies
Bitches get wet and they dropping they panties
Turn that shit, I know that can't stand me
It's time to slide all black like I'm randy
Who that? Know it's big Glizz and you knew that
Who he shot? G you ain't do that
Go take ya bitch inna room, blow her back out
They thought I quit but, a lor Nigga back out
Post onna gram man I'm Rey bring the racks out
Aye you know I'm onna 1, ODC be the gang we gon' rule a bunch
These bitches on dick don't know who to munch
Know it's six lor niggas who cool as us?
Like fuck it, try reach for that blick Imma shoot at 'em
Ion talk onna gram, what I do to him
Know I said it before, who influenced them?
When they bluff on the gram, man I'm booing 'em
I get racks onna day, I'll show em
Don't fuck wit that boy, don't even try blow me
When she got bad, lor niggas ain't know me
When they hear this bitch, gon' crank like OD
Bitches wan' fuck now I'm fake and I'm phony
It was hard times like maine I was lonely
Don't play wit' bitch Niggas, don't fuck with the Sony
You can play wit yo, but I'm not wit the madden
He was dissing on me, now his ass inna casket
Niggas be bluffin, don't do no ratchets
We hopping out of this bitch wanting static
Brought a knife to a gun fight, boy that is sad
Bad bitch on side of me never been average
Lv bag 'cause the bricky
He want me dead, tell that bitch come get me
Say fuck back then, I was crashing for bitties
Start hitting push ups, kai was wit' me
Nigga a bitch, think he hard 'cause he gotta fake car, knock his whole face off
Hit the gas and they bitch go Mmm, we ain't riding no race car
Shit I got on cost me a bannies
Bitches get wet and they dropping they panties
Turn that shit, I know that can't stand me
It's time to slide all black like I'm randy
Aye, cool it, tell that lor Nigga cool it
Chop stick and it came wit' a coolin' kick
16 young Nigga be doing shit
Say he hotter than me is you dumb boy?
Got me hot you don't know what you done boy
Geeked up, rock star lor Nigga pop star
Rock like a band 'cause you know that this Glock hard
Feelin' like scudda, getting groovy off wok hard
And you moving by the book, did you even take a look
Come close range gimme bitch Niggas shook
Walk in the party, the pole in
Nothing died on that boy, semicolon
Now he died 'cause a real Nigga owed 'em (Now he died 'cause a real Nigga owed 'em)
Hit the gas and they bitch go Mmm, we ain't riding no race car
Shit I got on cost me a bannies
Bitches get wet and they dropping they panties
Turn that shit, I know that can't stand me
It's time to slide all black like I'm randy
Who that? Know it's big Glizz and you knew that
Who he shot? G you ain't do that
Go take ya bitch inna room, blow her back out
They thought I quit but, a lor Nigga back out
Post onna gram man I'm Rey bring the racks out
Aye you know I'm onna 1, ODC be the gang we gon' rule a bunch
These bitches on dick don't know who to munch
Know it's six lor niggas who cool as us?
Like fuck it, try reach for that blick Imma shoot at 'em
Ion talk onna gram, what I do to him
Know I said it before, who influenced them?
When they bluff on the gram, man I'm booing 'em
I get racks onna day, I'll show em
Don't fuck wit that boy, don't even try blow me
When she got bad, lor niggas ain't know me
When they hear this bitch, gon' crank like OD
Bitches wan' fuck now I'm fake and I'm phony
It was hard times like maine I was lonely
Don't play wit' bitch Niggas, don't fuck with the Sony
You can play wit yo, but I'm not wit the madden
He was dissing on me, now his ass inna casket
Niggas be bluffin, don't do no ratchets
We hopping out of this bitch wanting static
Brought a knife to a gun fight, boy that is sad
Bad bitch on side of me never been average
Lv bag 'cause the bricky
He want me dead, tell that bitch come get me
Say fuck back then, I was crashing for bitties
Start hitting push ups, kai was wit' me
Nigga a bitch, think he hard 'cause he gotta fake car, knock his whole face off
Hit the gas and they bitch go Mmm, we ain't riding no race car
Shit I got on cost me a bannies
Bitches get wet and they dropping they panties
Turn that shit, I know that can't stand me
It's time to slide all black like I'm randy
Aye, cool it, tell that lor Nigga cool it
Chop stick and it came wit' a coolin' kick
16 young Nigga be doing shit
Say he hotter than me is you dumb boy?
Got me hot you don't know what you done boy
Geeked up, rock star lor Nigga pop star
Rock like a band 'cause you know that this Glock hard
Feelin' like scudda, getting groovy off wok hard
And you moving by the book, did you even take a look
Come close range gimme bitch Niggas shook
Walk in the party, the pole in
Nothing died on that boy, semicolon
Now he died 'cause a real Nigga owed 'em (Now he died 'cause a real Nigga owed 'em)
Credits
Writer(s): Lor Glizz
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