Ham Bome & Jijo Prods - Face Card Lyrics

7.62, let it rip
Toilet bowl how to roll off the rim
Bet I'll put this shit right to your ribs
If you make the wrong move then you dead
We extrotin', take all of your shit
Even had to run off with your bitch, yeah
Be with my lil' ones trippin'
Make 'em hop out of the whip
Keep it going, extended the clip
Tell the truth cause they don't got no fib
Caught me with your bitch I just wanted the lip
I f*cked on your bitch but I wasn't impressed
It wasn't even that wet
I'm with the pack, we got the straps
Go through the front, we go through the back
Better keep it on point like a tack (feel like duty cause I'm moving tac')
They know I get busy wherever I'm at
They know my face, no name attached
I be in your hood lil' nigga relax
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that (my face card always intact)
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Ahh, f*ck
Rollin' up Jack
I got the feeling, I got 'em tight
I got her archin', bendin' her back
I'm tryna kill shit only from the back
I wanna feel it, I ain't have a jimmy and I'm off a pill and I ain't have to cap
Servin' the yellow, I roll like a cab
Don't need a navi, location is tapped (don't need a map I know where I'm at)
You see the money be runnin' to me
I told your bee bring the honey to me
I'm a tree hugger, I'm lovin' the green
Ain't thuggin' for free
Trap on the block in a hundred degree
They holdin' fire, they got it from me
Keepin' my pace, I won't stumble my feet (keepin' it goin' like runnin' in cleats)
Juggin' all day, makin' plays in a coupe
I'm in the shade, blazin' the doob
I'm with your lady, makin' her oou
I'm a hood baby, I know the rules
With this .380, you makin' the news
You gon' try to come take it from who
Bet that I'll raise it and shoot
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Ya OG know me so I'm good with that
Suck brick, kid