FatBellyCass - Facial (feat. GR) Lyrics

Chillin' in the sewers Ninja Turtles
Rise out that ting that Squirtle
Always ride wid the mandem
German ting Angela Murkel
Smoking that purple
Riding that whizzy round in circles
No flavours for y'all
I'm heading to yard
Badting tripping off a codeine texting
Inboxing text me Sext me
She was blowing up by DMs
Skin like cola hashtag sexy sexy
She was riding in a Bentley
Headgame messy gimme that Becky Becky
Ima buss me a nut!
Then you won't see me naa!
You better be keeping count
I ain't taking no count
When, when I be squeezing rounds
Let, let the ting off in the morning
Feds still screaming round
And I'm smoking that creepy loud
Bubblegum ease me down
Bubblegum ease me down
Them niggas yea soft as some bitches
Always handle my business
You know your boy
Always on f*ckery buck me f*ck me
Gimme that facial
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that facial
Still in one spot
Running up running up running up counties
Gimme that facial
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that facial
Light-skinned girl caramel eyes
Mans yea calling her maple
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that facial
Light-skinned girl caramel eyes
Mans yea calling that maple
And I'm preeing this hoe
Hands on my thighs oh while she rides
But I'm thinking she's preeing my phone
Now I'm not surprised I ain't doing time
Buss a nut then I'm leaving the hoe
Link up wid the mandem
Jumped in the demon evoque
Jumped in the demon evoque
Cass just pulled up ghost
Dups is back I don't want him on smoke
Boarer on your neck like rash on your throat
Hollered at Keisha she gave me throat
The plug just phoned, drop it in bulk
My nigga up O got a rapid yea phone
Latex gloves when I'm bagging these Os
Who's this bitch yea ringing my phone, gang
Shh shh caught a bo-diee
No-one in the team ever spoke
Could could coulda got me
Spun my numbers hit the lottery
If a bitch nigga want me?
Like shit of f*ckery?
I'll go link bucky
And go get Chucky
If I go get Chucky
Chucky's on f*ckery
Chucky with the two piece
Chucky move loosely
Man just phoned up Susie
Susie a cutie
Them niggas softer than Susie
Loose lips, sink ships
Me and them niggas can't never talk business
Them niggas yea soft as some bitches
Always handle my business
You know your boy
Always on f*ckery buck me f*ck me
Gimme that facial
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that facial
Still in one spot
Running up running up running up counties
Gimme that facial
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that facial
Light-skinned girl caramel eyes
Mans yea calling her maple
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that facial
Light-skinned girl caramel eyes
Mans yea calling that maple