Face Diddy Lyrics

Hop up out the whip and keep it running

If I feel it's pressure, ash it out like it's nothing

I can go a hundred bars and running

They been asking for a compilation, bitch it's coming

I'm just trynna see a bigger picture

Flip a couple packs I'm trynna touch them bigger figures

I'm just trynna do it with my niggas

Spit it how I feel it, never written like a scripture

Trynna turn a dime into a quarter

Flip it to the whole thing I'm jumping in that water

I got old hundreds, stacked inside my wall just like a hoarder

Take these blue hundreds, give it to my bitch I got to spoil her

Know you see that new foreign, pull up burn the tires out

All alone when he lost it, now he got it he gone wild out

Know I'm never lacking, pistol packing at my vibe house

Used to share the pistol, yesterday was at my guy's house

Plotting on a hundred mil

It was lonely at the bottom shed a hundred tears

Started climbing to the top, I lost a couple peers

Had to charge it to the game cause that's just what it is

I feel like niggas ain't the same no more

I felt that shit and I don't want to feel that pain no more

Sometimes you gotta trim that fat or that shit ain't gone grow

Running with this shit on top my back it got my ankle swole

But fuck it though, I ain't gone fold

Riding with like 30 in a Tesla, If I got to bring it to your door you know it's extra

Why the fuck you trynna keep up with a boss you know it's levels

Niggas ran off on the plug I never crossed him, I was clever

I was trynna get that cheddar

Make that money how you make it, bring it home to the fam

Never switch up on your partners, lot of niggas turning ham

Having visions about a grammy, but he steady bagging grams

Every since I lost my momma, I ain't really gave a damn

Coming from where we come from you got serve some

We just trynna earn some

Nigga said fuck school, hit the streets and learned some

Long nights and early mornings, he just trynna burn some

Judge threw the book at him, guess he ain't never learn none