FACETIME (REMIX) lyrics

[Verse 1: 454]
Lil' shawty caught up in her waistline
She don't even know that we FaceTime
She don't even know that be playtime
Uh, I was in back of the spot like a cellar
My n*ggas, they slide with no view, Helen Keller
I get to the cash, I don't need a bank teller
Ella-ella, ayy, we duck undercover, umbrella, ayy
Can't f*ck with you suckas, you n*ggas too shady
In the yellow Corolla, I think it's the '80s
These n*ggas throw shots like they crazy
My team elite, we don't need no free agents
I'm a lil' scroller like baby
We smoking this weed 'til my brain cells faded

[Verse 2: WOODYINTL and Pig the Gemini]
Yeah, oh yeah, that guap on my mind, yeah (On my mind, yeah)
Woah, got guap on my mind (On my mind, yeah)
No, no, these n*ggas can't take what's mine, yeah (What's mine, yeah)
We gon' blow, that's fahso
Free my lil' n*gga, he gon' be on go
I used to trap on the block with my folks
Gettin' that money, was just 'bout to slide
I gettin' that bread, let's get fly, fly
Weird n*ggas know we sky-high, high
f*ck that b*tch and then bye-bye, bye
Hittin' his Nissan, some' wrong with the [?] (Aye)
Told him to pull up and then he gon' fly (Aye)
[Verse 3: Pig the Gemini]
He think it's the 80's
My n*gga he got big dope like the '80s (He got big dope)
We want them M&M's for real
Don't f*ck with no crackers, Slim Shady (You already know)
That my lil' baby
She drive me crazy, crazy (She drive me crazy)
Boy do not play with me
I tote big .380s, -80s (I tote big .380s)
I from the west side, I got players on the east too (Hmmm)
These n*ggas crabby like seafood
We get the pack and we beat it up
His b*tch want me now he heatin' up (Oh sh*t, he mad now)
Hot Pocket on me, I'll heat him up (I'ma black-, lil' bro)
Huh, Hot Pocket on me, I'ma heat him up
We do none with beef but eat it up
Yuh, Lil' shawty caught up in her waistline
She don't even know that I-
She don't even know that I-