Face lyrics
by IceBirds
[Intro: IceBirds]
(Arvid the plug)
(Tripp3 on the beat, boy)
Ayy (Blrr)
[Chorus: IceBirds]
Ayy, steppin' on sh*t day to day
I see the bands and they all in my face
Have my young n*ggas run down wit' that 'K
Put on a mask, ain't showin' no face
I would f*ck on that b*tch, but I'm straight
Had a lil' bih come give me some face
Finessin' and juugin', I get to the pape'
Stay sh*ttin' on 'em, ain't savin' no face
It's not my birthday, I keep me some cake
f*ck on that bih, I don't do dinner date (Ayy)
They stay switchin' gangs, no, I can't relate (No)
OVO, stay wit' that Drac' (Blaow!)
Young n*gga keep me a bad b*tch
Ayy, designer drip, I got cabbage (Drip)
I put on that sh*t and live lavish (Ayy)
He ATL like I'm Smook (Woah)
Ayy, I got to get back to Dallas
[Verse: Mondo Jackson]
Damn, ballin' in a Porsche truck, Maverick (Skrt)
In a stick shift wit' a automatic (Okay)
I like to play wit' them ratches (I do)
We put thеm bricks in the cabinet (Damn)
We keep thеm sticks in the basement (Glrr)
Caught a face, yeah, he had to face it
They gon' miss him, can't replace him
[Verse 2: ATL Smook]
In that new AMG, I be racin'
[?] (Arvid the plug)
I sip out the pint, I don't chase it
I done ran it up now, why they hate it? (Tripp3 on the beat)
Ooh, look how these racks be pillin'
My new b*tch, she bad, she came from a island
I buss' down a bag, and go buy me some diamonds
I know I'm the one, don't gotta remind ya'
Just do what I say just like my name Simon
Thigh pads in my jeans, I feel like a lineman
I been in the field, I will need a Heisman
These n*ggas rap cap, don't know why they lyin'
Said that it's smoke, you know we ain't hidin'
A dub on my wrist, that's perfect timin'
Yo' ho so obsessed, they secretly spyin'
No crease in my jeans, I keep me a iron
[Chorus: IceBirds]
Ayy, steppin' on sh*t day to day
I see the bands and they all in my face
Have my young n*ggas run down wit' that 'K
Put on a mask, ain't showin' no face
I would f*ck on that b*tch, but I'm straight
Had a lil' bih come give me some face
Finessin' and juugin', I get to the pape'
Stay sh*ttin' on 'em, ain't savin' no face
It's not my birthday, I keep me some cake
f*ck on that bih, I don't do dinner date (Ayy)
They stay switchin' gangs, no, I can't relate (No)
OVO, stay wit' that Drac' (Blaow!)
Young n*gga keep me a bad b*tch
Ayy, designer drip, I got cabbage (Drip)
I put on that sh*t and live lavish (Ayy)
He ATL like I'm Smook (Woah)
Ayy, I got to get back to Dallas
[Outro]
Arvid the plug
Tripp3 on the beat, boy