flood my face Lyrics

Huh, flood my face out diamond lense

I love dead guys got no friends

Know they fanned out hear them chant

Pull my blick out and they ran

Count my paper cut my hand

Keep my heat on me like Bam

I'm with the same guys, bitch we Stamped

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Huh, flood my face out diamond lense

I love dead guys got no friends

Know they fanned out hear them chant

Pull my blick out and they ran

Count my paper cut my hand

Keep my heat on me like Bam

I'm with the same guys, bitch we Stamped

Money on money it just keep coming

I'm stunting I'm stunting, your shordy she love it

My diamonds so water cause drip make a puddle

Talk shit on the net and real life he gon' mumble

I'm balling on niggas they hate how I does it

I feel like LeBron when he played in the bubble

I keep me 2 chains on my neck while I'm counting my deads getting turnt said you niggas in trouble

Huh, flood my face out diamond lense

I love dead guys got no friends

Know they fanned out hear them chant

Pull the blick out and they ran

Count my paper cut my hand

Keep my heat on me like Bam

I'm with the same guys, bitch we Stamped

I'm swerving in sport lane to lane, pushing the gas I won't crash

I keep me a toolie when I'm stepping out I don't like you speak, you'll get toe tagged

I got a lil' bored and I headed to 'lenci I liked what I saw and I ran up a bag

My twin put a switchie up on his new blicky he aiming at niggas and dumping the mag

So much jewels up on my body I'm walking water go jetskiing

My niggas itching to shoot they'll come right through I just gotta give them a reason

My shordy so in love with what I do I know she ain't ever leaving

Don't play lil' nigga your face will be on the news got your whole family grieving

Brand new Jeep, I tracked it

Niggas can't talk if it ain't bout backends

Stretch my money out bitch elastic

Count these digits I'm good at math bitch

Money so fresh it's still in the plastic

Japan I make it disappear like magic

Pussy boy you needa stop all that acting

I hit the bank I'm like Sosa start laughing

I feel dynamite I'm finna blow

I'm spending a lot racks up in the store

I'm such an addict when it comes to clothes

My brother serving he stay on the stove

Told her bend over, touch your toes

I'm tryna see how low you go

All this money watch it blow

Uzi gang come count these rolls

Huh, flood my face out diamond lense

I love dead guys got no friends

Know they fanned out here those chant

Pull my blick out and they ran

Count my paper cut my hand

Keep my heat on me like Bam

I'm with the same guys, bitch we Stamped

Huh, flood my face out diamond lense

I love dead guys got no friends

Know they fanned out here those chant

Pull my blick out and they ran

Count my paper cut my hand

Keep my heat on me like Bam

I'm with the same guys, bitch we Stamped