Shawny Binladen, Big Yaya - Faith lyrics

Yeah, uh (Not from YouTube)
It's a new opp by the way
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Yeah, uh

Uh, lookin' like I just spilled
Wock' on the Cartis
I'm with the ooters, we shoot up the party
Opp pack, we put that boy in a Marley
She ride dick, yeah, my lil' bitch gnarly
My white bitch a freak and
She look like iCarly i'm the from the woods
We don't trap out no lobby
Smokin' on zaza, the room gettin' foggy
A op got popped cus he feeling too froggy
Went for a sale, but it turned to a robbery
Tryna get my fam rich like Steve Harvey
Thirty round drum on me, can't harm me
I'm Shawn Wick, but the hoes call me Shawny
Big dub bitches, the gang like the army
My pockets fat, give a fuck if I'm scrawny
Stay with a G, on go can't guard me
Yeah, uh, yeah

Look 950 bullets, more guns than the army
Whole crew cold as ice
So oppas can't guard me
I don't leave the trap without eights
That Chris Dior, tell your bitch
"Have faith" in the trap, no clientele
I had to have faith
No food, I'm running to the plug for a plate
Now I get two K for an eight
Just copped a fronto, no check on the J
I could bring you to the counter
I ain't goin' on dates
Used to fiend for the pussy
Now I tell a bitch, "Wait"
I got too much on my plate
Tryna make sure the family, they straight
Tryna move mom to Jamaica, estate
Tryna turn a lick to real estate
Tryna make a million off of a plate
I told him to spark 'cause 12
Never give me a break

Wear Cartier frames just so I
Can see the fake
I know I'm Grinchin' when love
Turn to the hate give my lawyer money and I
Don't got me a case
God forbid, but that's just in case
I see an oppa and shoot up the place
Fuck a mask, he ain't gon' remember this face
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt number eight