YungLiV, Scorey - Faceshot lyrics
[YungLiV, Scorey - Faceshot lyrics]
Uh (Livvy in this bitch)
(Pull up and we send hot shit) , uh
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Bugz on the beat) , uh
Look, jump on the crowd and I stage dive
I came up thuggin' with StrayDrive
We leave him slumped with a face-shot
Sparkin' this 'Wood, make his grave hot
We make him talk, but his gang's rocked
Post with a drum on the eight-block
Me and Lil Foe had the same Glock
How you ain't blow when your mans died?
Uh, look
Know I won't play with, don't try me
You crazy
Them shots get to sprayin' and go, "Boom"
We kill him now, ain't no
Later, we caught him, we face him
One-shot, we gon' make it go smooth
Bro put a switch on the back of his tool
I use to trap in the home, with thе goons
Lil Roc don't rap, bitch, you know what he do
So many packs, I don't know who is who
My lil' shorty walk over
Close and do FacеTime
We only tote Fifty-Shots-Glizzy's or better
We praise through the opps every
Day of the week since my lil' homie died out
There chasin' this cheddar
Dissin' on Maji, how you met up with shh
(Shh) like my killers won't come spin
The block wearin' sweaters
I pray my shooters stay tall
And they jammin' for whoever get caught
For that shit that had happened
Was sayin' you fuck with them
Niggas we beefin' with
Better get low 'fore I send out them clappers
He throw 8 in this bitch
Guarantee he get shot i know Benji a wetter
Shooters along with them sticks
Know none of 'em miss
I don't know who shoot better
Uh, we got the lo' from his ho'
She the reason we sat on the spot bein' extra
Uh, we spin the opps in a Tesla
You pull up next us
Make sure your weapons are armed
Hollow tips hit, fuck his melon up
He don't need medical, they need
To dress him up, uh
Bitch, I want smoke with whoever you think
I'm a veteran way I been steppin' up, uh
We like to aim for the neck and up
He see this window roll down
Then he better duck, uh
Slide up on Hudson, you testin' your luck
Creepin' up, heard his last words was
"The fuck?"
Schooled up lil' bro, was a nerd
Now he tough
They just keep losin', enough is enough
Every time niggas die
Should they claim that we did it
They say we the reason the
Opps keep on cliquing
Wait 'til he come out, watch him stumblin'
Get him do a hit, catch a flight
We been standin' on business
I come from the 6
Talkin' where shit get ugly
When I called a play we
Finessed him for some' when I signed a deal
Niggas said that we left niggas mad
Now me and all my niggas gettin' money
All of my lil' shorties hot
Bust hard off a pill
On the block chopped up for nothin'
We've been up to school and they
Said that he ain't come down
So weak, he must know how we comin'
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
(Pull up and we send hot shit) , uh
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Bugz on the beat) , uh
Look, jump on the crowd and I stage dive
I came up thuggin' with StrayDrive
We leave him slumped with a face-shot
Sparkin' this 'Wood, make his grave hot
We make him talk, but his gang's rocked
Post with a drum on the eight-block
Me and Lil Foe had the same Glock
How you ain't blow when your mans died?
Uh, look
Know I won't play with, don't try me
You crazy
Them shots get to sprayin' and go, "Boom"
We kill him now, ain't no
Later, we caught him, we face him
One-shot, we gon' make it go smooth
Bro put a switch on the back of his tool
I use to trap in the home, with thе goons
Lil Roc don't rap, bitch, you know what he do
So many packs, I don't know who is who
My lil' shorty walk over
Close and do FacеTime
We only tote Fifty-Shots-Glizzy's or better
We praise through the opps every
Day of the week since my lil' homie died out
There chasin' this cheddar
Dissin' on Maji, how you met up with shh
(Shh) like my killers won't come spin
The block wearin' sweaters
I pray my shooters stay tall
And they jammin' for whoever get caught
For that shit that had happened
Was sayin' you fuck with them
Niggas we beefin' with
Better get low 'fore I send out them clappers
He throw 8 in this bitch
Guarantee he get shot i know Benji a wetter
Shooters along with them sticks
Know none of 'em miss
I don't know who shoot better
Uh, we got the lo' from his ho'
She the reason we sat on the spot bein' extra
Uh, we spin the opps in a Tesla
You pull up next us
Make sure your weapons are armed
Hollow tips hit, fuck his melon up
He don't need medical, they need
To dress him up, uh
Bitch, I want smoke with whoever you think
I'm a veteran way I been steppin' up, uh
We like to aim for the neck and up
He see this window roll down
Then he better duck, uh
Slide up on Hudson, you testin' your luck
Creepin' up, heard his last words was
"The fuck?"
Schooled up lil' bro, was a nerd
Now he tough
They just keep losin', enough is enough
Every time niggas die
Should they claim that we did it
They say we the reason the
Opps keep on cliquing
Wait 'til he come out, watch him stumblin'
Get him do a hit, catch a flight
We been standin' on business
I come from the 6
Talkin' where shit get ugly
When I called a play we
Finessed him for some' when I signed a deal
Niggas said that we left niggas mad
Now me and all my niggas gettin' money
All of my lil' shorties hot
Bust hard off a pill
On the block chopped up for nothin'
We've been up to school and they
Said that he ain't come down
So weak, he must know how we comin'
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh
We left his face hot, uh