To Ya Face lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Shootin' at yo’ place
[?] while he go on yo' face
Murder, pray, watch you shake
Ain't no f*ckin’ with the fake
Better run, red room
Watch me walk into the sun
Feel the heat and the beat
Slit yo' wrist up and you see
I am so murderous, kill a b*tch
I'm the one who run the sh*t
Freddie mayne, so insane
Take you out the f*ckin' game
Slit yo' throat, try to go
That you are the holy ghost
In my vault, ain't yo' fault
Imma miss that heavy tone
Ain't got no plan
When I turn it to the mane
I’m so- damn, flex my [?]
Trap that in the f*ckin’ van
Boo-boo paw, he's so loud
Killin’ in the f*ckin' crowd
Damn mane, ain't the thing
Then my damn phone ring
[Verse 2: Zye]
[?]

[Chorus: Zye] x4
Mace to yo' face, teeth and nose [?], ayy
Watch me, does it case ?
Put that b*tch in this place