Face lyrics

by

HB


[Hook]
Got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas
b*tch tried to tell me to phone her I said I would phone her when I got a boner
She was like "n*gga you lame you don't wanna do sh*t, you always a loner"
Baby I don't got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
I ain't no medical worker was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin'
Swear to God boy I just counted up 30 I pull up i'm shooting it's given like Curry
Lil' b*tch I knew you was dirty I knew that your ass was a thotty who didn't deserve me
Truly, how dare a b*tch curve me like I ain't the face of the gang and lil' n*gga you heard me

[Verse One]
I just scooped Keila i'm swerving to get to the spot and she said "Man you gassing it"
Said he a killer I said "bro you gassing it" You know my stick it be black like a activist
Mama said what's in the fridge, I told her it's kool-aid really i'm knowing it's activis
If you ain't doing it, why is you rapping it?
He tryna quarterback but I be sacking sh*t
Woah (Phew!)
n*gga don't want no smoke gone see how that go
It's progressive like Flo
n*ggas my sons, they had to bite off my flow
I already know, n*ggas broke
So my circle ain't open it's closed
I'll be there in like 10 if you close
Flash the blick like a picture don't pose
And I tell my lil brother don't smoke
Cause you seen what that did me , ain't it?
Whip on the footage I got to repaint it
Biting my nails cause a n*gga be anxious
Cliqued up like a Free Mason, not with the devil sh*t we with the gang sh*t
Play right here then I leave him brainless he on that kill sh*t i'm on the same sh*t
[Hook]
Got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas
b*tch tried to tell me to phone her I said I would phone her when I got a boner
She was like "n*gga you lame you don't wanna do sh*t, you always a loner"
Baby I don't got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
I ain't no medical worker was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin'
Swear to God boy I just counted up 30 I pull up i'm shooting it's given like Curry
Lil' b*tch I knew you was dirty I knew that your ass was a thotty who didn't deserve me
Truly, how dare a b*tch curve me like I ain't the face of the gang and lil' n*gga you heard me

[Verse Two]
Smoking on gas this sh*t could fill up a spaceship
Feel like i'm on a damn spaceship I told my dawg to watch how he laneswitch
That boy in surgery and we who shot him, I told my dawg he better not make it
Naw, No games on my phone cause i'm not one to play with
I'm on the L i'm screaming Free Keto
I'm in the O i'm linking with Vito
We link with Wok and now we the Beatles
Baby 9 on me that sh*t on me evil
Blunt in my beanie, like i'm like Sigel
No I can't pop out it's too many people
Mama said "Stop, what you doing illegal"
Boy what I smoke ain't no regular diesel

[Hook]
Got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas
b*tch tried to tell me to phone her I said I would phone her when I got a boner
She was like "n*gga you lame you don't wanna do sh*t, you always a loner"
Baby I don't got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
I ain't no medical worker was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin'
Swear to God boy I just counted up 30 I pull up i'm shooting it's given like Curry
Lil' b*tch I knew you was dirty I knew that your ass was a thotty who didn't deserve me
Truly, how dare a b*tch curve me like I ain't the face of the gang and lil' n*gga you heard me
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