Yellow Tape / Face Shot

Done being humble Started getting money Niggas funny thinkin' we could kick it, nigga this ain't kung fu Money showers up in starletts I was really showin' pretty strippers what them ones do Tryna get his lick back cause his lady Showed me what the f*ck a mouth throat and tongue do Let's go Big Kali M I'm a 109 baby Hype bout you check run that up on the daily I know some killers that get the job done, then go coppin' first class to Jamaica or Haiti Pikachu diamonds, the watch was 180 Fan of myself and that's why niggas hate me They wish I was gone, I ain't goin' nowhere I'll be damned if I let a nigga yellow tape me Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the f*ck told niggas that I wanna be em at all Money, fits, music, it don't matter, any category, beatin' em all, Whenever Mo hit me I pick up the call, Shaq and he Kobe, we forever ball If I draw the play Execute like adonis on the album cover for all of the dogs I can flow off beat like Blueface Love it when she throw it back like bouquets Got her screamin' like James Taco Tuesdays House cost a Wheezy F no ceilings on the new place, Came with so much room, no room to see who hate He a Gemini 2 Ks to his 2 face Big Kali M I'm a 109 baby Hype bout you check run that up on the daily I know some killers that get the job done, then go coppin' first class to Jamaica or Haiti Pikachu diamonds, the watch was 180 Fan of myself and that's why niggas hate me They wish I was gone, I ain't goin' nowhere I'll be damned if I let a nigga yellow tape me Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh False accusations yeah they on a mission, hopin' that I crash Worda muv only pen that I put to a paper is lyrics goin' to the craft If we sendin' missiles, then it's face shots and my niggas scoring through the pass, Face shot, face shot I been busy steady on the grind Niggas busy tryna dim the light, Heard niggas sellin' false news, real niggas don't buy into the hype, Talkin' paper, paper, bitch, this paperwork and I could get you gone by the night Black trucks, black bikes, takin' up lanes On that union turn pike I been sturdy steppin ever since a youngin' never once turned down a fight Niggas fake stuntin', never Donald Duckin', I ain't got relations to no mice Eased up out the mix, the only time I mix it if it's cranberry with the Sprite Tryna play ref, callin' wrong calls, better double check and count it right I might say some shit that I can't take back said it's Mike Amiri but Mike Amiri didn't make that Tryna reorder old beef, better put the steak back Cause if brody pump it, I can promise you bout which direction he gon' aim at, Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh False accusations yeah they on a mission, hopin' that I crash Worda muv only pen that I put to a paper is lyrics goin' to the craft If we sendin' missiles, then it's face shots and my niggas scoring through the pass, Face shot, face shot