Face Lyrics

Woods to the face

I'm smoking Woods to the face

Yeah Im smoking woods to the face

Roll me wood

Yeah roll me a wood

Bitch bet not pass me no Dutch

You doing to much

Yeah you doing to much

Yeah bitch you doing too much

Stepping with killers and don't make em

Clutch

We don't shoot for no legs we don't play double Dutch

My forty to horny she might leave you fucked

My boy gotta thirty he can't keep it tucked

We got some AR's and they got monkey nuts

I be with the gang I don't know who to trust

And that might be the reason I'm clutching to much

Bet I won't spend a dime if she don't let me fuck

She got head that's so nasty it make you say yuck

If you use yo head you can make a few bucks

Hold on I'm tweaking I'm getting off topic

I'm smoking this weed that come straight from the tropic

And just like my gas like my bitches exotic

I know they still love me they say that I'm toxic

She come around me like a junkie she copping

And I'm just the fix watch her panties start dropping

If she wit juice she went all the way

When it come to my money you know I don't play

You know how it feel to have plays outta state

You know how it be when they starting to hate

When you working so hard that you don't know the day

When you keep making bread just so you can break

You know how it feel to eat lobster and steak

Nahh me either

Woods to face but I know how it feel to have woods to the faces

Yeah I know how it feel

To have woods to the face

I'm smoking woods to the face

Woods to face we smoking woods to the face yeah

We smoking woods to the face woods to the face

I'm smoking woods to the face we smoking a woods to the face yeah

Woods to the face we smoking woods to the face

We smoking woods to the faces man woods to the face

We smoking woods to the face we smoking woods the face

Woods to the face cause I don't got no friends

Back in the day I was popping them xans

I pop me a perc then go link wit my man's

If I eat the shrooms ima go in a trance

I'm loving the Lucy I cant feel a thing

I like drugs more then people don't know what that mean

If I pop a rocker Its gone be a scene

We turning up smoking on woods to the face

Ima real nigga grab pat for the chase

To be like the juice just copy and paste

No you can't hit my wood

Cause this wood to the face

When I step in the party

Just stay out my space

I'm rolling up pressure my cup got no measures

I'm testing my limits but I bet I finish

Smoking this wood to face

If She pretty and thick then you might get taste

But hit it two times then it's back to the face

Don't step on my shoes I don't trip I tie my lace

We all getting money just pick up the pace

Never ran from no smoke cause my boy gotta Kay

I really be chilling it's not much to say

I stay getting hoes smoking woods to the face

I'm not rushing nothing shit it's not a race

I rather be Chilling smoke woods to the face

If I'm turning up I grab pat for chase