Face Down (feat. Syko Bob)

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 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 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 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 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