FaceTime lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bambi]
Yeah (8mc)
Whoa, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that b*tch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that b*tch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist

[Verse 1: Yung Bambi]
And we smokin' on that gas
My n*ggas got it off a lick
I f*cked yo' b*tch right after class
Oh, damn, that booty was so thick
She drive a bimmer, black all matte and gave me top all in the whip
Just a question for her man, "Can you taste me on that kiss?"
No, no playin' 'round with my n*ggas, lil' n*gga you'll get hit
Then we'll see yo' mama cryin' when they find you in the ditch
What you findin'? Boy you lyin'
No, don't speak on none that sh*t
Perfect timing, feel like flyin'
'Cause her face all in the brick
Pour a four in my Fanta
No, ho, you can't have no sip
Got that tab all on her tongue
Told shawty take me on a trip
Dressed all black just like a nun, but she throw up like she a Crip
My ice so bright just like the sun, just don't look up at the eclipse
[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that b*tch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that b*tch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist

[Verse 2: Kamiyada+]
I'm back on my bullsh*t (Ayy), digital full clip (Yeah)
She wanna suck on me, f*ck on me
Swallow that nut like it Cool Whip, yeah
We ran a train on that ho (Yeah), just like The Polar Express (Yeah)
This is a two-player game, play with the di*k and invite all your friends (Yeah)
Diamonds, they wet on my neck (Yeah), just like they fell in the pool (Woah)
You tellin' yo' n*gga you out with yo' sister, then swallow my kids on the cool (Yeah)
I'm on my way in the whip and I'm swervin' that b*tch
I might die on the move (Yeah)
Just tell my mama I love her and tell all my n*ggas I died for the crew (Yeah)
This sh*t ain't new to you (Yeah)
This sh*t ain't new to me (Yeah)
I'm 'bouta bust on your chest and yo' neck, then I wear it as jewelry
Kid don't want smoke, what's wrong?
You ain't about the B, n*gga it's Doctor Who
Ordered some sprouts, so you n*ggas is food to me (Yeah)
[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that b*tch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that b*tch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist