Face Off (feat. Brdwy Ev)

I got niggas working from the first and the third
Just to see the Porsche badge
When I pull up on the curb
I got niggas that'll rob you broad day for a serve
I got niggas that'll pack you up
Put you in the dirt
Who these little niggas trying to talk
They got some nerve
Boy I shop at Lennox Mall
You be wearing niggas shirts
I ain't never worn no purse
All you do is make it worse
That's the text that your bitch be sending me
When I'm at work
I make this shit come together like assemblies
The four-five hit a nigga's chest like a center piece
Why the fuck the gang running from us like a centipede
Why you crying when them bullets flying in
You ain't meant to bleed
You ain't really got no funds
You ain't seen a G
Niggas acting G up on a gram
But what that mean to me
She said hows this shit supposed to work
Sound like a scheme to me
Smack her bank account
She was at work
That bitch was mean to me

Boy you down bad
Fell in love with a blind bitch
Acting like you rich
You ain't even seen a hun strip
Run up on his ass with the blick
Made him run quick
Why you buy the glick
You ain't even bust the gun yet
Boy you really broke
You ain't even seen funds yet
Yeah
Swear to God
I'm bout to take off
Speeding on the highway
All gas
Like the brakes off
Got a 23 it shoot like Jordan in the playoffs
You're working for a check
I'm getting paid on a day's off
Everything you drop is ass
Call you Charmin boy
You stay soft
If you trying to beef
Then the shells take his face off
ARP with 762s
It's not a Draco
Swear to God
If we catch him outside
He get a halo
Dawg trippin with the chop
He'll really make your face go
Slide with big chops
Like we're really playing Halo
Boy I'm too hot
Pour the four inside a Faygo
You addicted to the hoes
You gone go wherever they go
Yeah
I'm addicted to the bag
Never tripping on a bitch
I can never go out sad
Flip the switchy on the Glock
Now I got it running fast
Yeah
Now I got it running laps