Face lyrics

[Intro: Quaydee & Benjicold]
Uhhh, yeah, mingo, lets go
Yeah, ha, haha
Mingo, haha, Quaydee'
Yeah'

[Verse: Benjicold]
I'm laughin' our way to the bank
You f*ckin a hoe, and she stank
And im sippin' that wock and its pink
He talkin' that sh*t but that lil n*gga jank
And i got lil Glock and it shoot at yo face
And that sucka' it pray everywhere like a mace
And i score on a pint and i score on a ace (huh, huh, yeah)
b*tch i get that bag wha' f*ck did you think
b*tch im that foreign and i switch lanes (yeah)
b*tch im clean like some bleach, butcha' lil ass is a stain (yeah, stain)
I remember being big as hell in that helmutlang (ha, ha) (yeah)
Now this b*tch she calling my phone sayin' she my fan (she my fan)
Told that pus*y ass n*gga leave me lonе (ha, ha)
You'on know my names james (my name jamеs)
Hop in motha f*ckin' hellcat skrt (ha) (hellcat, aye)
That b*tch like aye (skrt)
f*ckin tha' maf*ckin' ho and im f*ckin' that bih
f*ck her face (f*ckin' her face)
[Verse 1: Quaydee]
They be like Quaydee you crashin'
Thats what i do when i get out my lane (yeah)
I'm tryna chill but im done being passive
The next n*gga play getting shot in the face (blah)
My n*ggas dont know anything (shh)
But i bet they was there when i blew out his brain
He had ah (???) i gave him a fade, yeah these n*ggas be plane

[Bridge: Quaydee]
Remember the day when i wah' havin nothing
But n*gga today man that just ain't the case
I was a young n*gga head vv's, now i got vv's all on my waste
n*ggas be hopin that boy be the police
I swear the boys be the maf*ckin jakes
Onna' ya n*gga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (???)
Remember the day when i wah' havin nothing
But n*gga today man that just ain't the case
I was a young n*gga head vv's, now i got vv's all on my waste
n*ggas be hopin that boy be the police
I swear the boys be the maf*ckin jakes
Onna' ya n*gga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (???)

[Verse 2: Quaydee]
Step on yo face till it break (what)
Whats on my back its a maf*ckin' k (ah k)
I can not carry the weight
Yeah im skinny but my pockets they so outta shape
Quaydee your causing (????)
I don't give a f*ck ima shoot on my way
Young n*gga be on some savage sh*t
You got a average b*tch, im finna f*ck anyway
She get a uber and then im gon' do her
So come pick her up because this ho couldn't stay
Freaky bih crazy she hittin a backflip
Im finna get in her mouth like a black tip
Im getting pus*y and blue hunnids catnip
f*ck with the gang n*gga ggo wack sh*t
Told that bih (????) ima fax it
Twenty five gram a n*gga how he taxin'
b*tch ima turn a n*gga into some past tense
I lift some weight up off him like he fastin'
What size she is? im just askin
Lil b*tch im just playing you can't get her back b*tch
Aright lights camorra, real action
Play with the gang and my n*ggas get active
f*ckin your new b*tch on your new mattress
Is that your new strap, yeah like last (???)
But im still finna snatch it, making me mad, he blew a gasket
(???) we gon' make sure you fit in a maf*ckin casket
Toatin that gun but i know that you b*tch made
Why you got it you not finna blast it
f*ckin my ex b*tch on to the next b*tch
I dont not miss her, not even a tad bit
Im tryna get to the bread, get to that lettuce
And im finna make me a sandwich
(???) im off a perc, tie up her hair and then she go to work
Walk in the club i know i finna flirt
(???) but i know im a maf*ckin j*rk
The draco singing like lil vert, wait no the drac finna sing like a drac
[Outro: Quaydee]
A drac, yeah drac finna spit in his face
Bad b*tch invited me over she just tryna come over
She just tryna give me that face