Facedown
When you see me, better keep your face down
Hands up, don't nobody make a sound
Dumb bitch, grab the swisher, break down
Ass up, but keep your face down
Hit the ground when my team come around
Head shots, knock his fucking face down
Smoking pounds, doing drills for my town
Goofy, you ain't doing shit, watch for the crown
I'm busting hard, can't fuck with the frauds
I done jumped his gate, now I'm standing in his yard
Bitch, we going hard, 600, we some stars
She gone play that role, but she know who we are
She give me her check, she give me her neck
Poking me is dead, I'ma die for my respect
Little bro, where that TEC? Niggas steady wanna play
I'ma have to let it spray, show him he ain't BDK
When you see me, better keep your face down
I got a TEC on my neck that shoot rounds
Hit a stain, do a drill, don't make a sound
Go out of town, fuck a bitch and smoke a pound
I'm with D-Rose and we toting on the block
And if a opp ride past, it's gone be shots
Die Y, die Ls to the opps
Fuck the cops, like Tutu, get popped
In the foreign car all sacked up
Freebands got my pockets racked up
Saying fuck the Bs'll get you whacked up
All these new niggas, they can back up
Hands up, don't nobody make a sound
Dumb bitch, grab the swisher, break down
Ass up, but keep your face down
Hit the ground when my team come around
Head shots, knock his fucking face down
Smoking pounds, doing drills for my town
Goofy, you ain't doing shit, watch for the crown
I'm busting hard, can't fuck with the frauds
I done jumped his gate, now I'm standing in his yard
Bitch, we going hard, 600, we some stars
She gone play that role, but she know who we are
She give me her check, she give me her neck
Poking me is dead, I'ma die for my respect
Little bro, where that TEC? Niggas steady wanna play
I'ma have to let it spray, show him he ain't BDK
When you see me, better keep your face down
I got a TEC on my neck that shoot rounds
Hit a stain, do a drill, don't make a sound
Go out of town, fuck a bitch and smoke a pound
I'm with D-Rose and we toting on the block
And if a opp ride past, it's gone be shots
Die Y, die Ls to the opps
Fuck the cops, like Tutu, get popped
In the foreign car all sacked up
Freebands got my pockets racked up
Saying fuck the Bs'll get you whacked up
All these new niggas, they can back up
Credits
Writer(s): Markus Schulz, Alexandru Pelin, Denny White, Ovidiu Baciu, Eduard Andrei Platon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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