FaceTime

(Dead ****, J. Chriss just killed this beat)

**** know Tay Savage stand his ground and put **** under there (Grrah)

Put they mans on T-shirts, let them decide what they wanna wear (Rest in piss)

I'm on the block with this big-ass pipe, lookin' like, "Who called the plumber here?" (What?)

They on the internet showin' they ass, put belt to they ass like underwear (Belt)

Bitches wanna get in ****' business? They get it too, I ain't biased (Lil' bitch)

Opps actin' like they want the smoke, but duckin' that beef like a diet (Ain't on shit)

4340, glizzy on all of my shorties and this bitch deep like a riot

Blackballed who? Welch World in this bitch, tell 'em make room like the Hyatt

Did my time, came back, **** switched up like a bunch of hoes

But you know my savages steppin' on shit like Derek Rose (D. Rose)

Pull up with a hundred shots, that's a hundred holes (Grrah)

**** duckin' and they runnin' from me, **** know what's up, bitch, we run the Low (Come here, come here, come here)

FaceTime, FaceTime, FaceTime, FaceTime (Face, face, face)

Hit his ass in the face with it, that .40 kick like a bassline (Face, face, face)

Facetime, FaceTime, pull that bitch from my waistline (What? What? What?)

Make a bitch **** call drop when I hit his ass with that FaceTime (He out of there)