FaceTime With Law Lyrics

All these plays comin' in, I keep lookin' at my phone

My girl missin' me from home, she like, leave the streets alone

She be actin' so confused, don't know what is goin' on

She my wife, I treat her right, that mean I never do her wrong

My nigga livin' through me, I'm screamin', LONG LIVE MAX

I'm paranoid, ridin' around with a pole on my lap

If he ain't thinkin' with his fitted, put a hole in his cap

Type of weight a nigga carry, take a toll on my back

I just FaceTime with Law, he was playin' with them bands

I get money with my friends, I ain't worried about your mans

If the police hit the lights on me when I got them bags

I'ma hit it on they ass, tell them, catch me if they can

I ain't into poppin' percs, I ain't into poppin' xans

I'ma roll up this exotic, see you later when I land

I got drums and I got sticks, but I ain't mean no instruments

I spin with shit that make a nigga think his neighbor bought a band

Yeah, I was talkin' to my play like , bruh, keep gettin' to that bag

Was talkin' to my baby mama, like, keep shittin' on their ass

My lil' nigga tweakin' reckless got a 50 in his mag

But shit I'm reckless , too, I'm ridin' around with 60 in the Jag

I hate it when a nigga's sober, make me think about what ifs

What if my dog ain't never die, would he be with me in this whip

What if my nigga ain't OD, what if he didn't take that sip

What if this play think I'm a jug, this shit is comin' off my hip

All these plays comin' in, I keep lookin' at my phone

My girl missin' me from home, she like, leave the streets alone

She be actin' so confused, don't know what is goin' on

She my wife, I treat her right, that mean I never do it wrong

My nigga livin' through me, I'm screamin', long live Max

I'm paranoid, ridin' around with a pole on my lap

If he ain't thinkin' with his fitted, put a hole in his cap

The type of weight a nigga carry, take a toll on my back

I just FaceTime with Law, he was playin' with them bands

I get money with my friends, I ain't worried about your man

If the police hit the lights on me when I got them bags

I'ma hit it on they ass, tell them, catch me if they can

I ain't into poppin' Perks, I ain't into poppin' Xans

I'ma roll up this exotic, see you later when I land

I got drums and I got sticks, but I ain't mean no instruments

I spend with shit that make a nigga think his neighbor bought a band