1245/Facade lyrics

[Intro]
Like damn DJ Phat you [?]

[Chorus]
12:45 up in the stu’ I’m on some 3,0 sh*t
Please turn that sh*t off, Ion’ wan’ hear yo’ sh*t
Im on Migo lit, in that Zo6
Bro been smokin’ out that bowl, he got his P.O. p*ssed
I got 2 many, money, flooded on my wrist
Iced-out G-Shock, stuntin' on a b*tch
Broke boy fake flexin’, frontin' for a b*tch
Shawty suck I ain’t finna’ take you to no beach
Ran it up now a n*gga worth a couple keys
Ridin’ round switchin’ 'em lanes come have fun with me
She ain’t touch her toes I left her at a double tree
Cut your head off, b*tch you thinking ‘bout dubbin’ me?
Macking on his hoe, he say he finna dump at me
I’m smokin’ real deal za you smokin' Pazham Pori
I’m gettin’ real deal money so I’m cutting cheese
Smokin’ on that sh*t ha
Goyard bag I did that
Ice my b*tch I did that
Free my bro I did that
20 on clothes I did that
Post up at your kickback
Slap It on yo’ b*tch ass, you say some get yo’ sh*t smacked
All white like a Tic-Tac
Got Louis, Prada mix match
Speedin’ in that b*tch fast they look for me on dispatch
These n*ggas some nick-nacks
Im harder than a six pack
Hunnids’ yeah I need that I’m in love with that ganache
[Transition]
(D- D- D- D- D- D- Dj Phat)

[Intro]
Uhuh’ ,Yeah
Uhuh’ ,Yeah
Uhuh’ ,Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Chorus]
Push start jump in that whip
Push start jump in that b*tch
Bought a Franck Muller, I flooded my wrist
I ain’t have none, so I flex my sh*t
Hold up’ the chop got kick
Hold up’, the bag? Gone lick
I needa’ gun finna’ tote my stick
I don’t like scammer girls, give me a ick
We in the function we too lit
Why them people tryna’ find the way I live
She want me to cuff her, she got kids? oh my God!
I don’t know, the way she eats it’s a facade
n*gga ain’t livin’ large

[Verse 1]
C43 in garage, I might whip that b*tch to the stars
Im high off my mind, spend that dough sh*t on the floor
Baby you need a n*gga that pour
How yo’ hellcat came with a no
n*gga I’m with the woes
This sh*t go how it gon’ go how it's gon’ go
Ima’ keep ballin' on n*ggas
They ain’t never had my back I don’t like countin’ on n*ggas
3.5 In the wood, no I ain’t rollin’ no swisher
Run up, n*gga, wish you would? n*gga get rolled like a swisher
b*tch I'm top G. ya’ n*gga too official
She asked me like "do you miss me?"
I told that b*tch I do not miss her
[Chorus]
Push start jump in that whip
Push start jump in that b*tch
Bought a Franck Muller, I flooded my wrist
I ain’t have none, so I flex my sh*t
Hold up’ the chop got kick
Hold up’, the bag? Gone lick
I needa’ gun finna’ tote my stick
I don’t like scammer girls, give me a ick
We in the function we too lit
Why them people tryna’ find the way I live
She want me to cuff her, she got kids? oh my God!
I don’t know, the way she eats it’s a facade
n*gga ain’t livin’ large