Face-ID

Yeah, ayyy

Your lil' bitch got hit from the back
Don't come quick my dick got lag
Twenty more racks up in my bag
How y'all pussies feel 'bout that?

Runnin' a race and you know I last
First place, I don't ever come in last
Going too hard 'cause I need shit fast
Hop on any beat and you know I spazz

Shades on like I'm J.B
Racks are what I gatekeep
Did a couple shows and now your girlfriend 'tryna date me
I don't deal with maybe's, Off-White on my Bape-tee
LV on my shades and now my phone can't see my 'Face-ID'

I'm on my way to the top of the top, uhhh
Lil' bitch I'm never gon' stop
Bro you tell me that's the love of your life then tell me
Why she over here giving me top
She see the fit with the chain and the charm
Your lil' bitch start to get warm
After that we made a movie and if her daddy see it
Then she's never coming home

Wanna see the better side of you
But it is so easy to lie to you
Ten more hoes on my phone
But she'll never know, no she'll never find the truth
And if she do then she's bound to lose
I roll-up and let the lighter loose
I'm on a whole 'nother level, they can't touch my energy
'Cause I'm too high for you

I'm on some god-tier shit with my brothers
Told 'em that I'm never coming home
Now imma pick this life of the grind and
It's working out for me

(Ayy, ayy, lets go, lets go, lets, go)

Your lil' bitch got hit from the back
Don't come quick my dick got lag
Twenty more racks up in my bag
How y'all pussies feel 'bout that?

Runnin' a race and you know I last
First place, I don't ever come in last
Going too hard 'cause I need shit fast
Hop on any beat and you know I spazz

Shades on like I'm J.B
Racks are what I gatekeep
Did a couple shows and now your girlfriend 'tryna date me
I don't deal with maybe's, Off-White on my Bape-tee
LV on my shades and now my phone can't see my 'Face-ID'

Huh, I got some LV on my shades and I need LV on my shoes
Man my clauset's overloading, I got one but I need two
Yeah that bitch dripping out the bottom, I know why but do you?

I'm throwing money at the store
I'm throwing money at your whore
I make 'em feel so amazing
They wanna be with me forever 'till I'm bored
Ten queens on my side
No hoes on your board
I'm playing chess while your ass playing checkers
I'm doing it better, I'm climbing the ladder
Your bitch wear my sweater
She wanna be with me but I can do better

I'm with the team
Rick Owens leather
Smoke like a fiend, going to Saturn
I'm too high, walk with a stagger
I'm on the grind, stack getting fatter
LV shades up on my face and now my phone can't see my 'Face-ID'



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Writer(s): Sem Maters
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