FACE THIS Lyrics

This a wheel type beat, uh, bitch Smokin' different flavors, smell of fragrance

You can never taste it, 80 for the AFI Think you smokin'

Smokin' different flavors, smell of fragrance You can never taste it, 80 for the AFI

Think you smokin'? Bitch, I'm finna face this

I might fly to Vegas, bet it all, put it on the Lakers

Bitch, don't call my phone, shoot me a text and I might see you later

Bitch, get off my nerves, you actin' stupid

I found your replacement, put her on the curb like she got served

Then I pulled out the driveway, niggas know they can't fuck with the kid

Not even on my worst day, Brody said he need him gone by Friday

I sent it by Thursday, 1500 nigga for that feature

We baggin' the verse, nigga pay the tab

That back and forth shit is not gonna work

That Glock, it get to rockin' like Lil Uzi

When I jumped out the vert, 1300 for the shirt

Ain't what I paid, that's what it's worth

I almost hit the wall and crashed your car

'Cause my hand up her skirt, she sippin' Casamigos

I buy a Phantom, mix it with the syrup

A nigga want a verse, his finger, fuck him, we ain't finna work

Bitch, my brother died, my mama cried, so we gon' put in work

Homicide felt like suicide when we slide on him

I'm gon' hit the gas, no pump and brake, can't change your mind on us

When we hit his Glock, this ain't a test, we droppin' bombs on him

I remember times we ain't had shit but chili fries on him

Now I'm with a bad bitch, eatin' sushi on the harbor

Man, she think it's fuck, I think I'll call her ass

My diamonds look like water, so I hit her by the faucet

Came in with them snipers and they quick to hit they target

Smokin' different flavors, smell it fragrant

You can never taste it, 80 for the AFI, think you smokin'

Bitch, I'm finna face this, I might fly to Vegas

Bet it all, put it on the Lakers

Bitch, don't call my phone, shoot me a text and I might see you later