In They Face (feat. Glock117)

Feww Feww Feww Feww Fewwww I been spazzing out Taking all these drugs to keep me sane Nawh i don't pass em out Lil bro hit the phone these niggas tweaking like what they capping bout Man Yeah big bro These niggas out here tweaking Talm bout them Pures ain't this Them Pure ain't that Like niggas don't know what the f*ck we doing in this shit man niggas ain't having no real Motion but sitting here worried bout the next mother fucker Tired of being humble big cuz say let's put it in they face Two day turn around these super numbers the price might fluctuate Been on the run no turning back don't gotta lie go check the dates Been dropping Pounds all through the hood I bet I weigh in heavyweight Go get your money up can't beef with us No switch you out of luck We got a couple of em, we keep it tucked, FN blow like a hush You I got it on That shit ain't none Like Giannis for the bucks You niggas selling huff Won't smoke yo weed well that should say enough Roll up just like a cuff I'm getting money don't care about who tough Naw you can't smoke with us don't f*ck with niggas can't even have the duck I count a hundred up no finger cut You know I put it up BGotti let it off he don't got it all he never gave a f*ck My Dawg Bitch All facts no capping Really living the shit I be rapping Self made pure You know we be the trappers You want smoke let us know we can bag it Uh Ain't have shit before trapping Now I got it I ain't going backwards Only forward till I take my last breath All that talking get took out of context Uh I been to that jail You be better off going to hell Twenty-three you be stuck in that cell Momma crying as she pay for that bell Uh To succeed you gone fail Don't give up you just got to prevail Stay a float gotta make you a sail-sale Keep on grinding like you on a rail Uh Two phones nigga I don't play about them cells-sales Twenty-three and one my uncle got a iPhone in his cell Niggas bitches they can't hang cause they can't never be they selfs Got the motion for the moves but I'm still out here serving bales I'm tired of being humble like lil cuz Say let's put it in they face We got plenty pape This shit to play Today can be your day I don't trick off on no hoe I know she gone f*ck any way We in a Cam red seats this ain't no striker twenty K And it's 3k for the Ps pay the tax they come yo way Foenem ride round with they mask they ready to kill broad day nigga Ready to kill broad day nigga, aye, aye, Big Pure Super Pure nigga Tired of being humble big cuz say let's put it in they face Two day turn around these super numbers the price might fluctuate Been on the run no turning back don't gotta lie go check the dates Been dropping Pounds all through the hood I bet I weigh in heavyweight BITCH