� Uh, uh, ain't got a face no more, gave my watch to my best friend Cop a ***, you got a fart, undercay right on my necklace I be coming here bitch with my bar, you know that I don't do bad things I be drippin' this wagon to course, ayy I bought a 204, woah, I'm right here I got opps from the 30, I ain't scared Pulled up in the 30, they some squares Got a Glock with a 30, I ain't scared I'm not flexing on you baby, it's right here Got a Glock in that 30, right under your chair 290 right up on my dash, my coupe right here Throw it up, don't be scared I was throwing up and it was clear I took too much molly, I can't hear I fought so many hoes, I had to go and just switch sticks Absinthe's on my jeans when I'm still in my ric-stage I drive you red, red rose gold, but it's not new pig fizz Bitch, you know I know where the bricks stay, yeah, I walk like a nick, ayy Got a big Glock on my hip, ayy, yeah, I party with my sticks, ayy Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Ain't got a face no more, gave my watch to my best friend Got a *** you can't afford, I'm the king riding my necklace I be coming your bitch with my board, you know that I'm the bestest I be drippin' the swag in the course, ayy How many hundred thousand you bet this *** on my 32nd? I *** a bitch on the perc for an hour, don't do 30 seconds And I'm from the 1600s, so I don't *** with no 32nd Fresh field, damn, you know how we rockin', you know we gon' wreck *** Recipe G goes for that boy, you know that I'm gonna keep flexin' Sometimes I still call his phone, sometimes I still go to text him He was lacking by the opps, I can't believe the thing next to him I'm standing by the opps, I had 30 on my weapon I'm standing by the opps, I'm standing by the opps I'm standing by the opps, I'm standing by the opps I do the dash on the cop, did me the dash on my drop I turn myself to a boss, *** a nigga, I ain't a law Bad girl here, gangsta, she tell me things I love Tell me what you want, I can get you on You think he get money, look at his chain, no pointless Y'all smiley world, come join us, so much swag in the party So much swag in the party Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I ain't got a face no more, gave my O.I.S. to my best friend Cop a ***, you gotta fart, I'm the K right on my necklace I be callin' your bitch with my bar, you know that I don't do bad things I be drippin' this wag in the course Yeah, you know he dead, it's like that You know he dead, it's like that You know he dead, it's like that