In Your Face

In your face
TM88
TM88
(Sos baby)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)

Look at the cherry on my blunt (on my blunt, ayy)
I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk (you smell it)
All this money got me saggin', bitch, you see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked some 51 (dope, yeah)
I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze
I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock, I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch, the red be the Chase (Chase)
Is you mad? I see red in your face (ayy, ayy)

Called a tooly, knock off you goofies, so many clips, it's a movie
I'm a rich kid bitch call me Skooly
Sip so much drank, call me Smoothie
Let the doors back to chopper shootin'
That's how my partners doin'
We hold up, turn that shit down, then get you some chopper music

So many rocks in by my time, they like boy are you blind?
I call Johnny Dang like why my shit on Alaska time?
Goddamn I got me a rapid nine
Pro wrapping my nine-to-five
I got NFL chopper, he like quarter back to nine
That mean pass it back to folks
Hundred grand in my mattress hoe
I'm flexing, I got the dough

I should get my mattress a boat
I should get my jewels a room
I should get my shoes a broom
'Cause if a nigga step on my shoes, he knows, he doomed

Look at the cherry on my blunt (on my blunt, ayy)
I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk (you smell it)
All this money got me saggin', bitch, you see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked some 51 (dope, yeah)
I stuff the Tooka in a cone, then I blaze
I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock, I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch, the red be the Chase (Chase)
Is you mad? I see red in your face (ayy, ayy)

I see the red in your face, my bad, I was late, I was getting dough
Got red in my drank, got hollows and K, he hit you hoe
Look at my tool, bitch step on my shoes, he wrenchin' hoe
She looking at me, don't talk to Chief Keef, he billing hoes

She know we bang bros, she act like she don't, we blitzin' hoes
Is it Halloween? or it's just Keef, he tricking hoe
She look at my chest, she look at my wrist, she feeling on me
Step out of the car, they like look at his shoes, we gettin' those

I'm done gettin' money, until tomorrow, I'm getting old
This beat from a bitch, that's top from a bitch, you already know
Pull up in that monster, these hoes fall out, I'm killing hoe
I'm riding foreign, I'm from the streets, yes, Chiraq, Drillinois

Look at the cherry on my blunt (on my blunt, ayy)
I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk (you smell it)
All this money got me saggin', bitch, you see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked some 51 (dope, yeah)
I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze
I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock, I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch, the red be the Chase (Chase)
Is you mad? I see red in your face (ayy, ayy)