In Your Face
In your face tM88
TM88 (Sos baby)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
Look at the cherry on my blunt
(On my blunt, ayy)
I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk
(You smell it)
All this money got me saggin', bitch
You see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked some 51
(Dope, yeah)
I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze
I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock
I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch
The red be the Chase (Chase)
Is you mad? I see red in your face (Ayy, ayy)
Called a tooly, knock off you
Goofies, so many clips, it's a movie
I'm a rich kid bitch call me Skooly
Sip so much drank, call me Smoothie
Let the doors back to chopper shootin'
That's how my partners doin' we hold up
Turn that shit down then get
You some chopper music
So many rocks in by my time
They like boy are you blind?
I call Johnny Dang like why
My shit on Alaska time?
God damn I got me a rapid 9
Pro wrapping my 9-5
I got NFL chopper, he like quarter back to 9
That mean pass it back to folks
100 grand in my mattress hoe
I'm flexing, I got the dough
I should get my mattress a boat
I should get my jewels a room
I should get my shoes a broom
Cause if a nigga step on my shoes, he knows
He doomed
Look at the cherry on my blunt
(On my blunt, ayy)
I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk
(You smell it)
All this money got me saggin', bitch
You see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked some 51
(Dope, yeah)
I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze
I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock
I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch
The red be the Chase (Chase)
Is you mad? I see red in your face (Ayy, ayy)
I see the red in your face
My bad, I was late, i was getting dough
Got red in my drank, got hollows and K
He hit you hoe
Look at my tool, bitch step on my shoes
He wrenchin' hoe
She looking at me, don't talk to Chief Keef
He billing hoes she know we bang bros, she
Act like she don't, we blitzin' hoes
Is it Halloween? or it's just Keef
He tricking hoe
She look at my chest, she look at my wrist
She feeling on me step out of the car, they
Like look at his shoes, we gettin' those
I'm done gettin' money, until tomorrow
I'm getting old
This beat from a bitch, that's
Top from a bitch, you already know
Pull up in that monster, these hoes fall out
I'm killing hoe i'm riding foreign, I'm from
The streets, yes, Chiraq, drillinois
Look at the cherry on my blunt
(On my blunt, ayy)
I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk
(You smell it)
All this money got me saggin', bitch
You see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked some 51
(Dope, yeah)
I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze
I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock
I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch
The red be the Chase (Chase)
Is you mad? I see red in your face (Ayy, ayy)