Face to Face

Aight, smoke in the city, we still got the roof missin'

Crush in my styrofoam cup, still sippin'

Sound in the club so loud, ears ringin'

Real loud in my blunt, blow cloud, smoke feelin'

Smoke in the city, we still got the roof missin'

Crush in my styrofoam cup, still sippin'

Sound in the club so loud, ears ringin'

Real loud in my blunt, blow cloud, smoke feelin'

I'm lookin' for a challenge, man, I'm walkin' in the park

I still got my sunglasses on in the dark

Blow up, blow up in my nose and that shit fuckin' with my heart

I fuck with Discovery, but I don't even dance

Face to face, two blunts and I'm still awake

Never make the same mistake, I ain't fuckin' Drake

But these labels on my back, I really feel the aim

At least a milli' in my pocket 'fore I sign my name

Ball till I fall, still goin', Jude Bellingham

L.A., I'm in Hell-A, man, the heat's so devilish

On the dance floor, that's where the fuckin' devil is

She dancin' in that whole Miuccia Prada fit

I really know the secret like I'm Adriana Lima

I wouldn't be on shit if I never met Roshina

Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina

Speedin', we spin the whip round

Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina

Speedin', we spin the whip round

Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina

Speedin', we spin the whip round

(Okay)