Face shot Lyrics

Me, Melly, Guapo, we in the V, tryna see what the opps on

Melly had boy on the floor tryna stop him I had the knock in, my coat , I still boxed

that nigga In the V, get low, it's just three, with a

pole We them niggas who ready on go

Every time we pop out, we up score Back out, he tryna reach for his waist

Hopped out, and he picked up his pace Face shot, gang, he had caught him a face

Shot, we ain't leavin' no trace i'm on hots, park the whip

Now we on feet tryna make that boy trip If he do, then it's lit

Hit up real close, there's a chance I don't miss

For the bros, yeah, I swear it get hectic And I shoot both hands and ambidextrous

last kid on the list, yeah, I checked it Oh, he tryna move in the spot

Make a move and , watch it get hot

Bullets that's flyin', now he duckin' his top I know he got hit if his body drop

Last time we ain't see him, so who doubled back

If we see him walkin', then he gettin' macked And we do this for real, we ain't puttin

the act Bitch, I been in the field, I'ma leave it

at that I ain't gon' say too much, cause I ain't tryna rat

But if he push up, then I'm rushin' him back

Me and Ruga gon' geek, that's a fact

If he scared of ' three niggas, imagine a forty '

Yeah, that shit crazy, let me tell you a story Spun to his crib, an, he didn't come out Whyclef I'm tryna see what you bout Melly ran up, straight fist to his mouth

I ain't jackin' his beat, but that nigga packed out

If He mad that I dissed him, I ain't takin' it out

Blicky locked when they free' em, he dead Back out, put one in his head

Oh he smokin my dead, I'ma fill him with lead Call up Ruga like, this nigga next

We gon' hop up the O, middle of they jets I'm dumping straight , and he dumpin' left

He get chased', if he try to fled free spaz, I been missin' my bro

If they speak on his name, then he gotta go That's a fact, nigga, everything blow

I can put that on dawgs I make moves, with the pole

Me, Melly, Guapo, we in the V Tryna see what the opps on Melly had

Boy on the floor, tryna stop him I had to knock in, my coat i , still boxed him

In the V,get low it's just three, with the pole We them niggas who ready on go

Every time we pop out, we on score Back out, he tryna reach for his waist

hopped out, and he picked up his pace Face shot gang, we ain't leavin' no trace