Heembeezy - Face no Book

Heembeezy - Face no Book

Hm, Yea aight. Hm

I just pulled up in a-
Hold on wait
I just pulled up in a benz, let me bring yo friends
If you ain’t throwin neck baby you can’t get up in
And I ain’t goin in if I can’t bring the Glock in
I can’t do the 9-5 I could never clock in
I was never up in school, I was out Flockin
Bitch i’m Mr. Turn Nothing Into Somethin
We don’t do no succa duckin
We them niggas that was born to cause rucked
Slidin on the succas at 3:00 in the morning in a bucket

Ima die behind my grammy’s if he touch it ima up it
0.45 if a nigga think he Mr. Incredible
Ass so fat I be mad that it ain’t edible
She sucked a nigga so good that she turned me to a vegetable
Bitch don’t ask me what i’m doin like it ain’t money on my schedule

If you wanna take it there we can take it there
Best believe that ima risk it all if it’s paper there
I be at his bitch house all the time I get faded there
Hm, They don’t want no smoke i was out on they block
Tryna terrorize they whole gang but nobody out
Hm, we the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene

I’m the young nigga with the chili so they don’t like me
Bitch i’m toxic i’ll block you while you typing
Why the fuck you call me over and your clothes on
I know she ain’t shit cause she don’t never leave her phone on

Hm, Girl you bad i’m tryna fuck you with the lights on
Ima lock her in as pretty face in my iPhone
If I show up at 3:00 in the morning you know what i’m on

Skinny winny lightskin little brace face
Beat the yocky up got the bitch screamin “gang gang”
Got her toes curlin signs like she gang bang

Hold on… Damn hm, tuh