Facecard lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Ah
BL
(Don't play with him)
Yeah
(Chapo)

[Chorus]
Yeah
Band havin' big-ass sticks on us, come get some
Don't talk 'bout lil' Glokk, my face card A1
Five shots too, let's fade like Michael Jackson
Empty the whole clip on the damn gang for practice
Big chopstick make n*ggas do backflips
Woe, pole me up, I'm tryna attack that
Finna pour him out, finna stab him
All the opps gettin' folded just like napkins
And they pus*y, they don't want no static
I already hit it, n*gga, you can have it
The F&N on me, that's plastic
More than a band when I walk in Saks Fifth
Can't spend what I got on me, my life lavish

[Verse]
I'm on the block with these bands, we havin' hella thirties in our pockets
That n*gga cappin', he said that n*gga did way morе than just joggin'
Capolow said, "Cut that boy neck," I'm like, "Copy"
And you good when all thе f*ck n*ggas gone, ain't no "sorry"s
In that mob sh*t
I'm like 76 band witch
Huh, I f*cked that b*tch on accident
Huh, I'm f*ckin' on a badass b*tch
Uh, cut up his face, he need stitches
Uh, get that boy fit like a di*kie
Uh, that b*tch wanna hang like a sticker
Yeah, it's all red tips in my pistol
I be mad, I be red, psych, I blitz cool
Billy bro whippin', know it's all bool
All the wolves with me, n*gga, ready to shoot
Trappin' lavish, ridin' with Dracos in this coupe
With my Sprite, finna drop this deuce
How many? Buy some more, got two plus two
Pop at them boys and them boys so pus*y
Gotta have stripes with a bag to be with us
All my b*tches drop big bags and they can't handle us
I mean, you say he was totin' cray, but still got your hammer took
Boy dissed on the mob, all the wolves shot back right on Campbellton
[Chorus]
Yeah
Band havin' big-ass sticks on us, come get some
Don't talk 'bout lil' Glokk, my face card A1
Five shots too, let's fade like Michael Jackson
Empty the whole clip on the damn gang for practice
Big chopstick make n*ggas do backflips
Woe, pole me up, I'm tryna attack that
Finna pour him out, finna stab him
All the opps gettin' folded just like napkins
And they pus*y, they don't want no static
I already hit it, n*gga, you can have it
The F&N on me, that's plastic
More than a band when I walk in Saks Fifth
Can't spend what I got on me, my life lavish