Façade Lyrics

(Yeah)

(You already know what it is)

(Vons WRLD, produced by MJ)

(Woah, hold on, let's go!)

Bitch, I'm hot right now

Without a sun

Run up on me

But me and the crew carrying guns

That bitch over with

Yeah, her contract is done

You niggas took this serious

I'm doing this shit for fun

Yeah, I got hell of money

Not carrying the ones

These checks keep

Coming and coming

I feel like I'm Nick Cannon

From the way that I'm drumming

(Woah)

(Hundreds keep coming)

Um, I remember I was on the run

I was hitting licks just for fun

Even though I was broke

No, I ain't had no dough

So, I was trying to get me some

Trying to rob me, nah

Trying to rob me

Nigga you dumb

Best believe I'm going to keep one

Got a thirty and a drum

Got a horny ass gun on me

I'ma up it, get to bustin'

Make it cum

I pour a four with a potion

I'm passionate

I'm wreakin' havoc

I'm chillin' with savages

Shootin' like Mavericks

With them automatics

Radical but I move highly irrational

Beat a nigga ass in the club

Like Raditz

Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'

'Cause everywhere we go

We keep the ratchet

Leave 'em 6 feet deep

Like a point guard

Posting guns, thinking that he hard

But you a bitch that's a façade

Bitch with a fat ass like Minaj

You ain't invincible, you ain't God

I passed that bitch, I threw a lob

Realest cavalier on me

Like I'm Varejo

Yeah, I got the rockets

Something like Ming Yao

She said she want to fuck

I'm like "When"

She say "Right now"

(Woah)

(That had me excited)

Um, the gun I'ma carry it

Wet 'em up, no aquarium

Thirty clip hanging out the .45

Make it look scarier

Ain't been this high in a long time

Everyday my money on time

Your girl blowin' up my phone line

Told her I'll fuck her on my own time

Strap, aim at your noodle

That's what amateurs do

Bitch, I'm a dog

Bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo

I up the Glock

Make 'em jump like hopscotch

Leave his ass sick like the flu

Bad bitches, need two

Don't trust him, he fool

(Don't trust him he fool)

Hangin' out the roof

In Balenciaga shoes

Virgil Abloh on me too

Fresh ass nigga

All these pest ass niggas

I'm a press that nigga, I'ma shoot

I'm a vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga

Trying to find peace

Ron Artest ass nigga

I said

I'm Hangin' out the roof

In Balenciaga shoes

Virgil Abloh on me too

Fresh ass nigga

All these pest ass niggas

I'ma press that nigga, I'm a shoot

I'ma vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga

Trying to find peace

Ron Artest ass nigga

I'ma have to

Cardiac Arrest that nigga

(Ron Artest ass nigga)

(Woah, hold on, hold on, hold on)

(Pause there right quick, man)

(Hold on)

Yeah, spazzing on they ass in all type of ways

(Woah)

Spazzing on they ass in all type of ways

(Oh, oh oh)

Vons WRLD

Produced by my boy MJ

We up next nigga, we coming for ya neck nigga

(NLMB shit)