Lyrics

Turn the music up Mustard on that beat Tattoos on my face, n- (mm) Grill shinin' in your face, n- (yeah) Blowin' smoke in your face, n- (mm) H- smilin' in my face, n- Your h- smilin' in my face, n- (hello) She out of line, she out of place, n- (hello) Everybody know my face, n- All eyes on me, get the mace, n- Uh, bad b- with the face glitter Snoop Dogg, murder was the case n- Yeah, my homie got a open case, n- We in this b- lookin' like a open safe, n- Uh, lookin' like an open safe, n- We in this b- lookin' like a open safe, n- Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, n- Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, n- Yeah, there go the bass, n- You n- starve, we let food go to waste, n- Choke your punk a- out, neck brace, n- I do the same sh- I learned on sex-tapes with her New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, n- Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, n- I hope this b- don't think thatt I'ma have faith in her (no-no) B- screamed when the d- was halfway in her When the d- was halfway in her Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, n- Guess what? I'm comin' back with that gauge, n- Leather face, but I feel like suede, n- Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, n- I could shoot this b- and still drive straight, n- Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, n- 5'5, stuntin' like I'm 5'8, n- (what?) Bumbu out the glass, no chase n- (Bumbu) Only smoke on gas, no brakes, n- No brakes, road rage My new money gonna die of old age When they shoot me, don't race, we gon' need our own space Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade I be comin' home late, bad b-, long face She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way '96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, n- Lookin' like a open safe, n- We in this b-, looking like Miss Oprah's safe, n- (we're safe) My homie caught a whole case (Whole case) Celebrating like he got a cold case, n- (oh) Whew, wait n- Had to take a smoke break, n- A smoke break, n- I stick her hands in the fan blades, n- That's what she told me where her man stayed, n- I ran up in that b- on a rampage, n- In the morning, brains and the pancakes, n- My b- classy and she keep her classmates with her Your b- ashy and she keep a ash-tray with her Had to do it one time for my skate, n- Skate up on you, blam-blam, skate away, n- Kick push, that means grind and get paid, n- These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, n- So walk it like you talk it, sashay, n- Skate up on you, blam-blam Okay n-, I just left José n-, I just left José, n- Federales on my a-, f- had a boat chase, n- They didn't see no face, n- Your b- spent the whole day with us If she open her f- mouth, knock all the white out, no racism That's cold, homies, pump that bass, n- And sometimes we close the safe, n- But there ain't no code to break, n- I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase, n- Your b- cut her legs when they was on my shoulder-blades, n- Don't hate (don't hate), call an ace, an ace, n- Got Mack with me up in this b- and a MAC just in case n- I'm a Scarface, n-, f- your human race, n- I'm on base, n-, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, n- Uh, lookin' like an open safe, n- We in this b- lookin' like an open safe, n- Ya, uh, lookin' like an open safe, n- We in this b- lookin' like an open safe, n- Your h- smilin' in my face n- She outta line, she out of place, n- Hope this b- don't think thatt I'ma have faith in her (no-no) B- screamed when the d- was halfway in her
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Mikely Adam, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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