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lirik lagu faceshot – yungliv

faceshot lyrics
[intro: scorey & yungliv]
uh (livvy in this b*tch)
(pull up and we send hot sh*t), uh
(gang, gang, gang, gang)
([?] on the beat), uh

[verse 1: scorey]
look, jump on the car, then i stage dive
i came from thuggin’ with straight drive
we leave him slumped with a face shot
sparkin’ this wood, make his grave hot
we make him talk, but his gang ride
post with a drum on the eight*block
me and lil’ [?] got the same glock
how you ain’t blowin’, your mans died?
uh, look
know i won’t play with, don’t try me, you crazy
them shots get to sprayin’ and go “boom”
we k!ll him now, not no later we caught him we face him
one*shot, we gon’ make it go smooth
bro put a switch on the back of his tool
i use to trap in the home, with the goons
lil’ rock don’t rap, b*tch you know what hе do
so many packs, i don’t know who is who

[verse 2: yungliv]
my lil’ shorty walk over close, and do face timе
we only tote 50 shot glizzy’s or better
we praise through the opps every day of the week
since my lil’ homie died out there chasin’ his cheddar
dissin’ on maji, how you met up with (shhh)
like my k!llers won’t come spin the block wearin’ sweaters
i pray my shooters stay tall
and they jammin’ for whoever get caught for that sh*t that had happened
was sayin’ you f*ck with them n*ggas
we beefin’, we better get low before i send out them clappers
he throw 8 in this b*tch guarantee he got shot, i know benji a wetter
shooters along with them sticks
know none of ’em miss, i don’t know who shoot better
uh, we got the low from his ho’
she the reason we sat on the spot bein’ extra
[verse 3: scorey]
uh, we spin the opps in a tesla
you pull out nesta’s, make sure your weapons are armed
hollow tips hit, f*ck his melon up
he don’t need medical, they need to dress him up
b*tch i want smoke with whoever you think
i’m a veteran with, i been steppin’ up
we like to aim for the neck and up
he see his window roll then he better duck
slide up a hustler, you testin’ your luck
creepin’ up, heard his last words was “the f*ck?”
schooled up lil’ bro, he was a nerd now he tough
aye this kid losin’ enough is enough

[verse 4: yungliv]
every time n*ggas die, city claimin’ we did it
they say we the reason the opps keep on cliquing
wait ’til he come out, watch him stumblin’, get him
do a hit, catch a flight, we been standin’ on business
i come from the 6, talkin with sh*t, ugly
when i caught a play we finessed him for some’
when i signed a deal, n*ggas said that we left
n*ggas mad, now me and all my n*ggas gettin’ money
all of my lil’ shorties hot, bustin’ hard for pills on the block
tryna pop out for nothin’
you been up to school and they said that “they ain’t come down”
so weak, they must know how we comin’
[outro]
give him a face shot uh, we left his face hot uh
give him a face shot uh, we left his face hot uh
give him a face shot uh, we left his face hot uh
give him a face shot uh, we left his face hot uh

- yungliv

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