Bare Face

[Intro]
Yeah (Big Bubbs)
No mash, no hood
It's that bare faces
We back

[Verse 1]
Them niggas know we did it, we coulda done it bare face
For a price, have them hitters waiting on your staircase (On your staircase)
Can't fit the ting up in these slims, might just have to wear straights
Real neighbourhood hero, but we never wear capes
I got niggas in the spliff, that's why it's got a weird taste
I don't listen to them bloggers, fam, they got some weird takes (They got some weird takes)
Young Boost, Tiny Boost, where I'm from, we share names (We share names)
They let goofies turn gangster over there, that's their way (That's their way)
We stand on business and we handle issues
Peckham boy, but my Bricky nigga brang the pistol
You got opps, then why you banging on them man that's with you?
They still see me in the ends, I still am official
Ain't no playing with my name
Don't ask me 'bout them niggas I ain't with, shit ain't the same
Gotta act like niggas never told, damn, this shit a shame
I put on for all my bros that claim the shit I claim, ah
Before you bang, point that shit and aim
I tell Billy all my secrets, he gon' keep 'em safe
Throw my P's up and I keep 'em straight
My brudda Jungle in that jam, I told him, "Keep the faith"
You ain't did it masked up, you ain't did it broad day
Snap was sliding with the MAC (MAC), I saw that in 4K (Snap)
I watched Nuttie smack a nigga, then I seen his jaw break
I be praying with the akhs, keep the pork on your plate (On your plate)
I was sliding all night, that's why I got indoors late, uh (Indoors late)
That's why I got indoors late (That's why I got indoors late)
This that bare face (We gon' spin)

[Chorus]
Fuck it, do it bare face
Ah, do it, do it, do it bare face, ah, ah
Do it bare face
Ah, do it, do it, do it bare face, ah, ah

[Verse 2]
**** mashed a works and came back with two attempts on him (Two attempts on him)
Thought he was a good yute, I guess this life was meant for him
Danger on the field, why you think them niggas benchwarming?
Wipe it down like Boosie just in case my prints on it
Baddie think I'm tricking, said she want a pair of Rick Owens
Ain't tryna wake the kids, I'm in her crib tiptoeing
"Tiny Boost is hard, you know", that's all I've been going
They're scared of me, so they act like they ain't been knowing
I'm outside without a shiesty on (Without a shiesty on)
Tell them kids, "Nah, this ain't the type of life you want" (This ain't the life you want)
Married to the streets, this ain't the type of wife you want (Wife you want)
They gave my brudda thirty years so he can right his wrongs
He rock a Rollie in his cell, you know what time he on (You know what time he on)
I'll go down as a legend by the time I'm gone
The way they rap cap, they must forgot the mic was on
We make them get-backs bloody like the Shiesty song, ah
They say I need a girl type of song (Girl type of song)
But I don't think about these hoes, I'm just piping 'em (I'm just piping 'em)
She wan' me stab it like my boxers got a knife in 'em
I cook the work in the same pot the rice was in
Get the special and we fry him on a China ting
I've done it hopping outta cars, I've done it cycling
I'll have 'em jumping out their Jordans on a Michael ting (On a Michael ting)
Ah, ah, ah, you know what side I'm with

[Chorus]
Do it bare face
Ah, do it, do it, do it bare face, ah, ah
Do it bare face
Ah, do it, do it, do it bare face, ah, ah
Do it bare face
Ah, do it, do it, do it bare face, ah, ah
Do it bare face
Ah, do it, do it, do it bare face, ah, ah