To The Face

Pull up with that switch and get ta dumpin tryna hit his face I been speeding to these headies like I'm inna race Aint been postin on the gram I been stackin pape Niggas dissing on the gram, say it to my face Uh, say it to my face That nigga said his pockets long, he eatin off my plate Uh, he ain't touch a band, why these niggas playin I just spent that on shoes and got it in my hand I needn't pop no pills, I don't pop no Xans It's only vlone on my shirt, cause I ain't got no friends These niggas really not your mans, they a snake you out That nigga said f*ck the dead, we gotta take him out Nigga switched up on his mans, I won't see him around Mmm, pull up with that switch and get ta dumping tryna hit his face I been speeding to these headies like im inna race Aint been posing on the gram i been gettin pape That Nigga dissing on the gram, say it to my face Hit em with that 49 like im rob If I catch him on this block, then that nigga get robbed Tell that nigga test my gangsta, we gon' pull up with the mob We gon' spark his ass down hit his ass with that rod You ain't real, you facade I said this shit getting real, pick a side I'm finna tell her come and chill, come and vibe She dropped the lo she in westwood im finna slide Uh, I gotta slide down there anyway Tell that nigga we could do it any day Uh, we could do it any day My brother walk em down nd hit em with that K He was once my lil' nigga, but we put it to his face See I don't really f*ck with niggas, cause these niggas really snakes Here come capt save a ho, that nigga tryna save the day You ain't een' in this shit, why the f*ck you in my way Why the f*ck you in my way Get the f*ck up out my face I don't need no more friends, I be chillin' every day Pull up with that switch and get ta dumpin tryna hit his face I been speeding to these headies like im inna race Aint been posting on the gram i been stackin pape Niggas dancing on the ground, say it to my face Say it to my face Niggas dissin on the gram, say it to my face Walk down onna opp in some Jimmy Choos You ain't really get money, you ain't got no blues These niggas hatin on hatin on the net cause they know they gon' lose I'm walkin' past that one opp every day in school Doing all of that talking you aint tryna hit I got the drop on the opp, Ia send a blitz You know we comin' with that switch We gon' fan his ass down hit his ass wit that stick And these bullets moving quick 30 shots in this glock we gon dump it til he quit We gon' dump it till he quit 30 shots in this Glock, we gon' dump it till he quit