FaceTime lyrics

[Intro]
(Wanksta made this beat)
(Scared to cook, huh?)

[Chorus: DracBaby]
Been through every hood in my city, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, I better not leave out with a scratch (Not leave with a scratch)
They gon' shoot somethin' 'bout me, everything gettin' smacked, he certi', we bring killers in that 'Raq (Killers in the 'Raq)
Pushed up on him, and he had a gun, he ain't even shoot back and sayin' all that (Faceshot)
7.62, ARP, KRISS Vec'
Headshot, backshot, chest shot, neck
Don't move wrong in this b*tch, I'll make one call, I bet I'll get you FaceTimed (FacеTimed)
Playin' with fire get your ass lit up, sh*t bе cool, the bodies start flyin'
Crushin' his b*tch, n*gga mad I knocked her
Give the ho back, I ain't with all that whinin'
Scope on the chopper seein' everything, you ain't goin' nowhere, my sniper tryna line ya

[Verse 1: DracBaby]
Trollers get killed for actin' like they deadly, no W if you a smacker down the city
Stolen Scat Pack, I treat it like it's mines, I'm ridin' this b*tch until they come and steal it
Go on a mission, don't come back full, I don't wanna hear sh*t 'til your clip go empty ('Til your clip go empty)
Scared-ass n*gga linkin' with the opps, he couldn't handle the smoke, he put everybody in it (He put anybody in it)
Get backdoored, all that movin' funny, I don't trust nobody, that's me bein' honest
Glock 19, I just slapped somethin' in it, jump out the car with some honey buns on it
I got killers with me, ain't no gettin' up on me
Whole gang even, demons all on 'em
Smashin' everything get in my way, everybody caught one, gotta give them a bonus
How you beefin' and broke? Better get you some money
Drop me a bag, n*gga head all on it
n*gga be tryin' me like I'm a rapper
I'ma handle the first n*gga think I ain't on that
You ain't on sh*t, boy, you rookie as hell, you the type see your first body and vomit
Shakin'-ass n*gga be shootin' out a car, that sh*t don't count if you ain't walk up on 'em
[Chorus: DracBaby & BIG30]
Been through every hood in my city, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, I better not leave out with a scratch (Not leave with a scratch)
They gon' shoot somethin' 'bout me, everything gettin' smacked, he certi', we bring killers in that 'Raq (Killers in the 'Raq)
Pushed up on him, and he had a gun, he ain't even shoot back and sayin' all that (Faceshot)
7.62, ARP, KRISS Vec'
Headshot, backshot, chest shot, neck
Don't move wrong in this b*tch, I'll make one call, I bet I'll get you FaceTimed (FaceTimed)
Playin' with fire get your ass lit up, sh*t be cool, the bodies start flyin' (Blrrrd)
Crushin' his b*tch, n*gga mad I knocked her (I knocked)
Give the ho back, I ain't with all that whinin' (At all)
Scope on the chopper seein' everything, you ain't goin' nowhere, my sniper tryna line ya (Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)

[Verse 2: BIG30]
He ain't goin' nowhere, them members right behind you (Come here)
Check in the rearview, we right on the side you (Side of 'em)
Thought he was on point, the automatic blind him (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
n*gga better pop out, don't make come and find you (I'm here)
CEO status, don't make come and sign ya (Sign ya)
That little-ass kid for a [?]
You ain't fresh, that's out of date, that ain't designer (Designer)
Ain't never heard 'bout a n*gga tryin' us (Tryin' us)
I'm the king of that 'Raq ('Raq)
Mr. Kill All Rats, Mr. Gotta Get Back (f*ck it)
I'm the king in Killbranch ('Branch)
Still buyin' all the switches, still slidin' out the Scats (That skrrt)
Still free Murda Murda (Murda)
He ain't got no bond, gave his lawyer thirty racks (Murda, Murda, Murda)
Gave a n*gga two weeks to live, it was six days later, turned the boy ass to thrax (That fast)
Yeah, got the boy ass whacked (On God)
He ain't know it was comin', relax (On God)
Thought I was just rappin', sh*t facts (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
His last sign, ski-mask and a MAC (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm Big Ball, I get sh*t done, don't play no game, lil' boy (Thirtball)
Glock 30, KRISS Vec' with a switch, and I got aim, lil' boy (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
[Chorus: DracBaby]
Been through every hood in my city, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, I better not leave out with a scratch (Not leave with a scratch)
They gon' shoot somethin' 'bout me, everything gettin' smacked, he certi', we bring killers in that 'Raq (Killers in the 'Raq)
Pushed up on him, and he had a gun, he ain't even shoot back and sayin' all that (Faceshot)
7.62, ARP, KRISS Vec'
Headshot, backshot, chest shot, neck
Don't move wrong in this b*tch, I'll make one call, I bet I'll get you FaceTimed (FaceTimed)
Playin' with fire get your ass lit up, sh*t be cool, the bodies start flyin'
Crushin' his b*tch, n*gga mad I knocked her
Give the ho back, I ain't with all that whinin'
Scope on the chopper seein' everything, you ain't goin' nowhere, my sniper tryna line ya