FACESHOT TALK

[Intro: FaceShotGang Choppa]
Yeah!
You know what the fuck going on
FaceShotGang in this bitch
Aye, we gon stand over a nigga
Aye!

[Verse 1: FaceShotGang Choppa]
Put a nigga body in the atic
Fuck that dead nigga, wrap that nigga body up in plastic
A hundred rounds on this choppa
Like I'm shootin for the Mavericks
Imma leave his head backwards
Catch a body I ain't taxin
We gon put him in a coffin
Bitch I'm diving like a dolpin
Shut up, die, if he be stalkin
Early morning caught him walkin
Dead niggas, roll em up
If it's smoke, roll em up
Droppin fo's, pour em up
Hit his head, fold em up
Choppa!

[Verse 2: FaceShotGang Don]
Caught em walking, know I dumped the fuckin drake
Hit that nigga in his chest but I was aimin for his face
Before I take a fuckin L, I up this .45 to his face
In the sprinter, switchin states, dirty sticks, drive safe
Yeah!
Hundred ways to get a bag I can show you plenty
We can even jug or trick or we could skip the city
Before the scam shit, we was thuggin in the trenches
FSG, havin racks, fuckin niggas' bitches

{Interlude: FaceShotGang Choppa]
Aye, aye look
Get that mo' fuckin choppa nigga
You know what the fuck goin on
Nigga, aye, aye boy, gimme dat shit
Aye Skii, run that nigga down
Run em down!
F-S-G

[Verse 3: FaceShotGang Skii]
Caught him lackin Imma do that nigga bad, get him gone
30 shots up in this mo' fuckin MAC
Bitch nigga!
Face shot, Imma leave em in the past
Smokin dead opps, and you know we smokin gas
I just threw me one back, pussy bitch I'm finna flash
Wet em off the X, niggas know I tend to spaz
Slidin down 360 and I'm strapped up with this pole
Imma do a nigga bad I'm trynna take a nigga soul
Til done, hit the lights I'm finna get a nigga gone
And we still smokin fire, nigga this ain't just a song
Imma slide for that gang, pussy nigga right or wrong
Stump a opp up in the woods I'm smokin opps up out the bowl
I'm a real jug bro, nigga run off in yo home
Bad bitch from New Orleans and she give me superdome
I was posted in the bricks, I was broke juggin phones
Now I'm all up in my bag I do this shit without a loan
Skii!

[Verse 4: FSG Richhead]
Bitch we with the gang it's FSG know how we steppin
I can't never leave the house yeah I be clutchin on my weapon
If a nigga got a problem Imma up the Smith and Wesson
And that bitch is in my right hand, that's what you get for guessin
I ain't never wanna fuck her cuz I know she way too desperate
And that bitch be in my phone, she be textin all my exes
Bitch, don't start no shit, swear to god you way to messy
And if I see that nigga Imma kill em, send that message
Big strap, we protected

[Outro: FSG Richhead]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas crazy around this bitch
Niggas play, we gon shoot up like the navy around this bitch
And I'm dunkin on these niggas, Tracy McGrady with that stick
Hey, huh
Huh, huh, crazy with that