SIIums - Facetime (feat. D.O) Lyrics

Bad lil' bitch and I don't wanna waste time
Freaky bitch, she callin' me on FaceTime
I got a bitch and I'm lovin' her waistline
And she stay fine, when I shoot out the car

Ima throw mines Nigga you a bitch, nigga, you playin' both sides
We finna wrap this shit up like a bowtie
We gon' pull up in this bitch and we swervin
Chopper gon' shoot now his head on the curb

Smokin' that blunt and I'm high as a bird
Fifty in dis round and im letting of 20
Shoot through that bitch and we lit off a hundred
F*ck on that bitch and it hit to her stomach

How you speak on that bitch when you already fumbled
Damn, rack for rack, stack for stack
I told you I'd get back for that
We see that opp, damn, he got popped

Now he got dropped, we hit his top
Light skin baddie she lovin' her rumper
She too lit, she pop out in the summer
762s, sound like I'm a drummer

Got a knife on the chop lookin' like a katana
She callin' my phone cause she want a boner
You speak on the team, you get sent to Le bonheur
Smoke on the blunt cause I'm goin' for the highway

My bro keep snatchin' he up in a i8
When we do this shit, we do it my way
Give me the drop, I'ma slide up in one day
Pop a perc and you know I'ma rock

Bad lil Bitch, let me beat up the box
Bad-ass bitch gon' give me some top
But she got kicked out, she was a bop
You droppin' that song and that shit flop

That shit did not rock
Spend 10K on a mothaf*ckin' chain
Hit up my dealer finna give me some drank
Seen the opp in jail, hit him with a shank

We do it hit, then we fly on a plane
And this chopper gon' shoot in his head for three
F*ck what you talk about, mask up, ski
We did that mission, we gotta go flee

Then I go to my plug so I can get some gas
S.R.T. pushin', goin' fast
Damn, I almost got in a crash
F*ck a bad bitch, put money in my stash

F*ck these little hoes
Money team gone, you know how we go