Face Down ft. Yung Skits Lyrics

If I fuck up with a bitch, the bitch better have a bag

After the dissin' on the internet, we in the field of strife

You see me hangin' with a lovey, do you know he gettin' cracked

Run like Steppenwolf, the style is a bitch's second act

So she wanna fuck with me, I told her, bitch, I did a fix

She didn't see me hit the road, I saw the shit she never see

Said, before you came in my life, I was fuckin' with AP

I know lil' baby's eager to hit the road and roll with me

I ain't really thinkin' right, I'm out the jiggas, no lean

You don't know that feelin' when you break a bitch out her chin

I'ma come if it's bout bands or more than 10 G's

Fuck the bitch, then the bitch friend, she call me friendly

S-500, all white, I call it whipped cream

I will never tell her truth, I'ma sell a bitch a dream

Hit a gate, throw the glock, feds just did a sting

Bitch, I'm married to the game, all I need is wedding ring

VV's hittin' in the dark, the bitch, nickname me Bling

ARP hittin' high notes, I ain't know this bitch can sing

In the lab, cheefing woods, I ain't even brought my lean

I broke another pocket, scale I'm weighing up on triple beam

Keep your third eye open, everything ain't what it seem

Chase you down like a dog, or, I can scope you with the beam

Free my lil' nigga Kev, he left a nigga on the scene

Face down, nigga