JuneOnnaBeat - Face Shots lyrics

[Verse 1] Run up on em give em face shots Spot high I ain't posted in a long time I've been ridin' round gettin' mine off the phone n***a Banger on my lap, drivin' drinkin' this a chrome n***a Always be ridin' dirty but never be out of pocket Humble but still co*ky, you really gotta watch me I got money on my mind dope up in the car Bad b**h riding with me and she down to take the charge Mack 11 on my lap, 50 grand large If it ain't about the money I might never call Gotta do it big for my n***as behind the walls Shooters on call they'll slide like hockey Rockin' with this cinnimon bun under this Tommy Red dot if I spot him I got him He was talkin' sh** so I caught him slippin' and shot him Caught him slippin' and shot him [Hook] And I ain't playin' with you rap n***as, n***as f** around and clap a n***a And they ain't even fire man I doubt it n***a, n***a Cause me I'm just a real k**a, k**a [Verse 2] Run up on em give em face shots I'll put one of you n***as in a pine box Smoking bad b**h like Vivica Fox She was rocking with a n***a since I was selling them rocks When the funkin' done stop then the money gets soft But I gotta get this money so enemies gotta go I done sold coke, tar, dro even blue pills Made 100 bands flipped foreigns without a record deal I'm from the old school I believe in longegevity I be f**ing b**hes getting money 'til I'm 70 Free my n***a gun doing time for a felony You b**h n***as comedy Bill Bellamy They know who them gangstas who be rockin' with them 30 sticks Only Bay area n***a banned from the Catalyst I come from the Cypress Village bricks Where everybody either selling dope or hitting licks [Hook] And I ain't playin' with you rap n***as, n***as f** around and clap a n***a And they ain't even fire man I doubt it n***a, n***a Cause me I'm just a real k**a, k**a [Verse 3] Run up on em give em face shots When the chopper let loose I got no control Drum on the Kedr spell my name in bullet holes If I don't f** with you n***a anything goes I off a n***a momma if the price right Stuck in the ghetto b**h what your life like? Running dope like a New York turnpike Got a few real n***as that is doing life Good n***as but they never play no games though Put a bullet in your motherf**in' brain though All this ice got me colder than an Eskimo I just count 100 band so what they hittin' for I'ma play high like I'm loaded off this Mary Jane And let my lil n***as rob the dice game I'm play it high like I'm loaded off this Mary Jane And let my lil n***as rob the dice game [Hook] And I ain't playin' with you rap n***as, n***as f** around and clap a n***a And they ain't even fire man I doubt it n***a, n***a Cause me I'm just a real k**a, k**a [Outro] Run up on em give em face shots Run up on em give em face shots Run up on em give em face shots Run up on em give em face shots