Facecard lyrics

by

Drebo


[Intro]
Yeah, ayy Skills what up man
Skills, man this sh*t crazy n*gga, yeah, yeah
Hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Damn, put him in the graveyard
n*gga I be gettin' all these b*tches 'cause my facecard
Racin' like a spaceship in this b*tch, this ain't no space car
Trap he got the forty on the beam look like a radar
n*gga we be thumbin' through that check right when the day start
Damn this b*tch is snappin' in this b*tch because the bass hard
n*gga mad you wifed the ho so why you tryna play hard
Go and ask a b*tch about my di*k 'cause that sh*t stay hard

[Verse 1]
Squeezy finna bag up on your b*tch, this ain't no K-Mart
n*gga you can put me in the booth and watch me take off
n*ggas said they steady wanna beef, let's have a steak off
Chopper came from Russia like Hitler, this ain't no Adolf
n*gga I been grindin' but don't ask me what my skates cost
Shawty wanna hit my phone, I hit that b*tch tomorrow
Squeezy baby breaking hearts, I fill that sh*t with sorrow, damn
Smoking pounds of weed, man sh*t I feel like El Chapo
Squeeze gon' break a n*gga, shell a n*gga like a taco

[Chorus]
Damn, put him in the graveyard
n*gga I be gettin' all these b*tches 'cause my facecard
Racin' like a spaceship in this b*tch, this ain't no space car
Trap he got the forty on the beam look like a radar
n*gga we be thumbin' through that check right when the day start
Damn this b*tch is snappin' in this b*tch because the bass hard
n*gga mad you wifed the ho so why you tryna play hard
Go and ask a b*tch about my di*k 'cause that sh*t stay hard

[Verse 2]
n*ggas goin' stupid, on retarded sh*t, park the whip
My b*tch got a b*tch with a lot of drip, lot of it
Love the way she kiss on my f*cking di*k but she a trick
Cook a n*gga beat like it's fish and grits, I'm off the sh*ts
Gotta put in work, gotta get all of it, I want the sh*t
b*tch want a new purse and a car and sh*t, get off my di*k
Gucci on the fur like Koala bear, I'm perky lit, my b*tch too legit

[Chorus]
Damn, put him in the graveyard
n*gga I be gettin' all these b*tches 'cause my facecard
Racin' like a spaceship in this b*tch, this ain't no space car
Trap he got the forty on the beam look like a radar
n*gga we be thumbin' through that check right when the day start
Damn this b*tch is snappin' in this b*tch because the bass hard
n*gga mad you wifed the ho so why you tryna play hard
Go and ask a b*tch about my di*k 'cause that sh*t stay hard

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