Face Down

[Chorus]
Face down, face down (Rob 'em)
Face down (Rob 'em), face down (Rob 'em)
You ain't gon' smack him, you ain't gon' put that nigga face down
We get away with it and talk about it all on Face Time
Face down (Rob 'em), face down (Rob 'em)
Face down (Rob 'em), face down
Who up the scope? Boy we slidin' all up outa Roscoe's
I'm busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho's

[Verse 1]
Her nigga made my dawg momma cry
And I cut off every nigga who ain't slide
Seven niggas, braggin' on one body
But I know five, six of they ass lyin'
We beat the block 'til that bitch shake
And they said they know it's me cause I love playing dirty, K
Same nigga that I'm beefin' with
I fucked his momma, he was in prison, I gave her that dirty dick
All you rappers that be dissin' on Lil' Yak
Swear he gotta a brother who be jumpin' black (Splat)
But for real let's get it over with
How the hell you fo' a rap (Lord), fuck all that rappin' shit

[Chorus]
Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)
Face down (Leave 'em), face down
You ain't gon' smack him, you ain't gon' put that nigga face down
We get away with it and talk about it all on Face Time (Leave 'em)
Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)
Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)
Who up the scope? Boy we slidin' all up outa Roscoe's
I'm busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho's

[Verse 2]
Ain't got no bodies, so why the fuck you talkin' then?
Glizzy's with the dick, and it's dirty
Murk him, I been huntin'
All the mornin' bird's chirpin'
I hit 'em with that Hawke, I know his name was Hermen (Lord)
Bitch you know I missed brack, we like air freshener and tater chips
Mash and we finna spray shit
Give mine-
Aunty on some fuck shit
Told her friends I shot at 'em, but I'm on my war crime
Tell that ho in black n' white
Got me lookin' lie my name, that's why they call me "Syk"
Didumdigad real stupid, face down nigga, I love it when he lose it
He ain't got no mind, he be throwing a hunnid rounds
Jumpin' out daylight, bitches dyin'
They sent my nigga to the sky, we got a call
Devil bacin', son of a bitch behind

[Chorus]
Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)
Face down (Leave 'em), face down
You ain't gon' smack him, you ain't gon' put that nigga face down
We get away with it and talk about it all on Face Time (Leave 'em)
Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)
Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)
Who up the scope? Boy we slidin' all up outa Roscoe's
I'm busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho's