In They Face ft. Glock117 Lyrics

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I been spazzing out

Taking all these drugs to keep me sane Nawh i don't pass em out

Lil bro hit the phone these niggas tweaking like what they capping bout

Man Yeah big bro

These niggas out here tweaking

Talm bout them Pures ain't this

Them Pure ain't that

Like niggas don't know what the fuck we doing in this shit man niggas ain't having no real Motion but sitting here worried bout the next mother fucker

Tired of being humble big cuz say let's put it in they face

Two day turn around these super numbers the price might fluctuate

Been on the run no turning back don't gotta lie go check the dates

Been dropping Pounds all through the hood I bet I weigh in heavyweight

Go get your money up can't beef with us

No switch you out of luck

We got a couple of em, we keep it tucked, FN blow like a hush

You I got it on

That shit ain't none

Like Giannis for the bucks

You niggas selling huff

Won't smoke yo weed well that should say enough

Roll up just like a cuff

I'm getting money don't care about who tough

Naw you can't smoke with us don't fuck with niggas can't even have the duck

I count a hundred up no finger cut You know I put it up

BGotti let it off he don't got it all he never gave a fuck My Dawg

Bitch

All facts no capping

Really living the shit I be rapping

Self made pure You know we be the trappers

You want smoke let us know we can bag it

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Ain't have shit before trapping

Now I got it I ain't going backwards

Only forward till I take my last breath

All that talking get took out of context

Uh

I been to that jail

You be better off going to hell

Twenty-three you be stuck in that cell

Momma crying as she pay for that bell

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To succeed you gone fail

Don't give up you just got to prevail

Stay a float gotta make you a sail-sale

Keep on grinding like you on a rail

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Two phones nigga I don't play about them cells-sales

Twenty-three and one my uncle got a iPhone in his cell

Niggas bitches they can't hang cause they can't never be they selfs

Got the motion for the moves but I'm still out here serving bales

I'm tired of being humble like lil cuz

Say let's put it in they face

We got plenty pape

This shit to play

Today can be your day

I don't trick off on no hoe I know she

gone fuck any way

We in a Cam red seats this ain't no striker twenty K

And it's 3k for the Ps pay the tax they come yo way

Foenem ride round with they mask they ready to kill broad day nigga

Ready to kill broad day nigga, aye, aye, Big Pure Super Pure nigga

Tired of being humble big cuz say let's put it in they face

Two day turn around these super numbers the price might fluctuate

Been on the run no turning back don't gotta lie go check the dates

Been dropping Pounds all through the hood I bet I weigh in heavyweight

BITCH