One time, aye
Niggas in cahoots bro they fidget in the back
Tricky lil 50 like a midget in the Mac
Shorties gettin' flipped
Bringin' in the flap
Show up in a blink
End it wit' a blap (Blap blap blap blap)
Now I need a bandy for the mothaf*ckin' scratch
CVS nigga high so I pulled up to the back
Doin' donuts on the Forgi's till them mothaf*ckas flat
And they tried to call the jakes
Smoked em like a pack
I got plenty grimy niggas sharper than a tack
Further you go in the woods it get darker in the back
There go 10 masked men packin' automatic blacks
Same color as they skin so they blend on attack
Gave my girl a Ben just to spend on shellac
And like 10 more for Rem 26 down her back
A chromed out Benz well I will it's a fact
'Cause the Libra scales tip to my win in the match Aye
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
Aye, Aye
It's big A's not Acura
Claimin' we go easy is inaccurate
Beef see we treat it like a spatula
Flatten and we flip it like gymnastics huh
Don't follow
Spittin' out a big sentence, Like Wallo
Whippin' out the big digit, bitch swallow
Rockin' all these big diamonds, Delgato
Niggas don't want problems
When we finally caught em
He played dead possum
But the way my trust set up I still shot em
He ain't even have a chance to holler 'cause the hallows
Left his ass hallow, Do you men follow
Had to get the body
Dropped it at the Grotto
I ain't even worried
Matter fact I hit the lotto
More bothered
By the fact that a nigga hit a pothole
And now I can't even stop for tacos
Aye
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
Aye, Aye
King Wess - Blueface Lyrics
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One time, aye
Niggas in cahoots bro they fidget in the back
Tricky lil 50 like a midget in the Mac
Shorties gettin' flipped
Bringin' in the flap
Show up in a blink
End it wit' a blap (Blap blap blap blap)
Now I need a bandy for the mothaf*ckin' scratch
CVS nigga high so I pulled up to the back
Doin' donuts on the Forgi's till them mothaf*ckas flat
And they tried to call the jakes
Smoked em like a pack
I got plenty grimy niggas sharper than a tack
Further you go in the woods it get darker in the back
There go 10 masked men packin' automatic blacks
Same color as they skin so they blend on attack
Gave my girl a Ben just to spend on shellac
And like 10 more for Rem 26 down her back
A chromed out Benz well I will it's a fact
'Cause the Libra scales tip to my win in the match Aye
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
Aye, Aye
It's big A's not Acura
Claimin' we go easy is inaccurate
Beef see we treat it like a spatula
Flatten and we flip it like gymnastics huh
Don't follow
Spittin' out a big sentence, Like Wallo
Whippin' out the big digit, bitch swallow
Rockin' all these big diamonds, Delgato
Niggas don't want problems
When we finally caught em
He played dead possum
But the way my trust set up I still shot em
He ain't even have a chance to holler 'cause the hallows
Left his ass hallow, Do you men follow
Had to get the body
Dropped it at the Grotto
I ain't even worried
Matter fact I hit the lotto
More bothered
By the fact that a nigga hit a pothole
And now I can't even stop for tacos
Aye
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
Aye, Aye
Niggas in cahoots bro they fidget in the back
Tricky lil 50 like a midget in the Mac
Shorties gettin' flipped
Bringin' in the flap
Show up in a blink
End it wit' a blap (Blap blap blap blap)
Now I need a bandy for the mothaf*ckin' scratch
CVS nigga high so I pulled up to the back
Doin' donuts on the Forgi's till them mothaf*ckas flat
And they tried to call the jakes
Smoked em like a pack
I got plenty grimy niggas sharper than a tack
Further you go in the woods it get darker in the back
There go 10 masked men packin' automatic blacks
Same color as they skin so they blend on attack
Gave my girl a Ben just to spend on shellac
And like 10 more for Rem 26 down her back
A chromed out Benz well I will it's a fact
'Cause the Libra scales tip to my win in the match Aye
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
Aye, Aye
It's big A's not Acura
Claimin' we go easy is inaccurate
Beef see we treat it like a spatula
Flatten and we flip it like gymnastics huh
Don't follow
Spittin' out a big sentence, Like Wallo
Whippin' out the big digit, bitch swallow
Rockin' all these big diamonds, Delgato
Niggas don't want problems
When we finally caught em
He played dead possum
But the way my trust set up I still shot em
He ain't even have a chance to holler 'cause the hallows
Left his ass hallow, Do you men follow
Had to get the body
Dropped it at the Grotto
I ain't even worried
Matter fact I hit the lotto
More bothered
By the fact that a nigga hit a pothole
And now I can't even stop for tacos
Aye
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
I got Blue Faces
I got some bros ended up wit' 2 faces
And you wanna test me but boy you ain't crazy
I merck you
Yo skin turnin' grayer than Macy
Aye, Aye
Writer: Troy Frison Jr.
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