No Face No Case Lyrics

I killed em, aint seen me no face no case

My bullets gon spray him down, no mace

I'm keeping a .30 we shoot broad day

This shit'll get muddy, we kill him then race

Uh, we kill him then race

.30 gon pop and its up at his face

You know where i be, you know where i stay

Reading PA, we aint moving safe

Reading PA, we all moving wocky

He talkin tough he get hit with a glocky

He had him a gun but he was too cocky

Im bringing a stick, aint talkin no hocky

He talk to tough, we do it again

He went onna walk shot him and his friend

He started this beef, aint makin amends

He talk too much so im spinning with ten

So im spinning with ten

Repping my city they know what it be

No face no case when im in the streets

He talkin down went on his knees

He stopped talkin when he seen a red dot to his teeth

Scartan my right-hand mans

No face no case we gon hop out again

With a .30 I shoot, broad day, hit his head

There's a tag on him? he get sent up to death

We'll kill em if we need to rush in

Scartan will blast the .40 and fuck up his ribs

We kill em and drill em I'm killing his bitch

We back on tha drill he get killed for this shit

We call up the S and catch us a body

He internet gangsta i caught me a homi

He claim he a crip he a fake he'll call for his mommy

I killed em, aint seen me no face no case

My bullets gon spray him down, no mace

I'm keeping a .30 we shoot broad day

This shit'll get muddy, we kill him then race

Uh, we kill him then race

.30 gon pop and its up at his face

You know where i be, you know where i stay

Reading PA, we aint moving safe

Oh word? We switching to drill?

I might just go pop his ass like a pill

They thinkin im cap Liam up in the ceiling

They thinkin im cap they gon feel what he feeling

Cant even lie mo' fucker was squealing

Mo' fucker died how that pussy bitch feeling?

Feeling right at the wrong time

Runnin up on me get hit with this .45

Already know he get hit with a .49

Im still finna keep it with two 9's

Dont add a 1 cuz i promise i might lie

Dont add a 1 cuz i promise he might die

If he talkin tough then i promise he aint fine

He runnin up he get hit with a .29

Food time

He eat them bullets like breakfast its lunch time, ouu

Repping my city they know what it be

No face no case when im in the streets

He talkin down went on his knees

He stopped talkin when he seen a red dot to his teeth

Scartan my right-hand mans

No face no case we gon hop out again

With a .30 I shoot, broad day, hit his head

There's a tag on him? he get sent up to death

I really kill him thats word to my dead

Shoot his ass bullets eat up his flesh

He was talkin too tough he got hit in his head

Liam got hit as that mo fucker said

(He wont do shit) now he aint got a neck

My bullets'll split him and rip through his chest

And no im not faking dont run me a test

You get yo ass shot and then that is the end

I'll really kill him that aint no debate

He was talkin he got hit in his face

Dav in new york lucky he got away

And R in the ceiling that mo fucker fake

Liam an opp bullets gave him a fade

He got hit on his birthday aint eating no cake

We'll kill em if we need to rush in

Scartan will blast the .40 and fuck up his ribs

We kill em and drill em I'm killing his bitch

We back on tha drill he get killed for this shit

We call up the S and catch us a body

He internet gangsta i caught me a homi

He claim he a crip he a fake he'll call for his mommy