FaceTime lyrics

[Intro: King Von]
Yeah
We high speeding all lights (b*tch ass n*gga)
Hitmaka
Ain't no stop (b*tch ass)
Von

[Chorus: King Von]
Pull up on these n*ggas acting tough out here (Acting tough)
He a b*tch, have him bleeding for a month out here (For a month)
n*ggas heated 'cause they b*tches acting up out here? (They acting, what?)
Boy, you tweaking if you thinking we give a f*ck out here (Huh? What? What? What?)
Thirty round extendo sound like ropes, hang time (Boom, boom, boom)
n*gga tried to play me close (What? What?), end up on Dateline (Boom, boom)
Hundreds shooters with a hundred drums (Yeah, yeah), I got the base line (Graah, graah)
That FN ring in your face (Damn), that's a FaceTime (Boom, boom)

[Verse 1: King Von]
My gun automatic (Yeah), shooting been a habit (Uh-huh)
n*ggas claiming that they savage (Who?)
f*ck it, let him have it (Grrah, grrah)
He was lacking, all on traffic (Yeah)
f*ck it, I'ma clap him (Boom, boom)
They asked me, I don't know what happened (Uh-huh)
I don't know what happened (Nah)
All these Drac's up on my mind (Uh-huh), shoot 'em all the time (Grrah, grrah)
If I get caught I do the time (I do), I am not 6ix9ine (Nah, nah)
He got killed at 25 (Damn), diss me, that's suicide (Huh?)
He tried Von and he ain't die? n*gga, you a lie (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: King Von]
Pull up on these n*ggas acting tough out here (Boom, boom, huh?)
He a b*tch, have him bleeding for a month out here (For a month, huh?)
n*ggas heated 'cause they b*tches acting up out here? (They acting up)
Boy, you tweaking if you thinking we give a f*ck out here (Huh? What? What? What? Boom, boom, boom)
Thirty round extendo sound like ropes, hang time (Boom, boom)
n*gga tried to play me close (What? What?), end up on Dateline (Boom, boom)
Hundreds shooters with a hundred drums (Yeah, yeah), I got the base line (Graah, graah)
That FN ring in your face, that's a FaceTime (Boom, boom)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Let a fifty blow (Brr), n*ggas sorry now but f*ck we gon' show pity for? (Drench 'em)
Hand this b*tch to bro, he let go, that's a give and go
We lowkey but everywhere I go they know No Limit though (No Limit)
f*ck the opps, we give 'em smoke
Before COVID mask (Ayy), already did that (You know that)
We been blowing mags, stand over his ass (Boom)
Fill up body bags, we don't give out a pass (Uh-uh)
f*ck jail, my killers make bails 'cause I got a lot of cash
I don't bap in my raps, that's on Cap
Orientation, I was a freshman, Von upped the chrome .357 (On foenem)
Right in school, I'm like, "f*ck it, now I'm coming with my sh*t too (On foenem)
n*gga, we gave our blocks blessings, savages 'posed to go to Heaven (Go to Heaven)

[Chorus: King Von]
Pull up on these n*ggas acting tough out here (Acting tough)
He a b*tch, have him bleeding, for a month out here (For a month)
n*ggas heated 'cause they b*tches acting up out here? (They acting, what?)
Boy, you tweaking if you thinking we give a f*ck out here (Huh? What? What? What?)
Thirty round extendo sound like ropes, hang time (Boom, boom, boom)
n*gga tried to play me close (What? What?), end up on Dateline (Boom, boom)
Hundreds shooters with a hundred drums (Yeah, yeah), I got the base line (Graah, graah)
That FN ring in your face, that's a FaceTime (Boom, boom)