N2Sap - Bareface

Balaclava season and we walk em down barefaced
Shit

Take the mask off and we walk em down barefaced
Walk out the chase
With a smile ain't gotta trace
K Spray yo face
And you'd think it was some mace
Get the fuck away from me bro
I need some space
Fuckin up your dental work
Shoulda got some brace
Sick about how you ain't got money
You is ah disgrace (Lame)
Stuff a hunnit blues in a blacked out briefcase
Tie em up after we hawk em down
Issa shoe lace
20 horses in the trunk
its getting hard to steer
Ghost face on the phone
I can smell the fear
Superhot fire in the booth
End yo whole career
You on the sidelines you a fan
Know you gon cheer
This Glock a magic wand
We make em disappear
Get her in that room
She already drop down brazier
Pants always sag
Not the dickies but mike amir
Hustle the calendar
365 days out the year
Control yo every move with this stick
I'm the puppeteer
Leave em' stainless with the steel
This a souvenir
Cherry pie in this wood
We don't leave a smear
Not last place
me and bro the highest tier
12 flick they lights on put the vette in 3rd gear (Skrrt)
Lowball the plug
Huh
This the pawn stars
Make a lotta bread
Like I own some farms
Shine so bright when I step
This a quasar
You ain't make a touchdown only ran 10 yards
Make the green Issa routine
Leprechaun lucky charms
So far away from the competition
Like we flew to mars
Like a magician with this shit
Deck of cards
King of dis shit
I'm untouchable player Barnes
We ain't gotta check brodie
He gon self guard
Tryna take his life
He on one heart health bar
Spittin fire like zard
Shit
I forgot the char
See these white diamonds
On my wrist issa Casper
Throw you out like you dirty
Think you needa hamper
You in the same spot not moving wheel spinning hamster
Uh
Paint her face like Van Gogh
Damn we in Amster (Artwork)
Got a nickname for my Wesson better call em blammer
Better wear a helmet bro no chest shots wit this hammer
Red flash in yo face like we at the store self scanner
Huh
Why you pocket watchin
Don't you know I got that pocket rocket
Plugged in like a socket
So I gotta stay rocking not really with the talkin
Hall ah fame locking that's a deadeye to your head
John Stockton
In the lab pouring up spiting bars
This some qualy toxin
Think you out of date went expired
Gone bad rotten
Horsepower in the foreign
Heavy hooves stay trotting
Was down so bad ain't have a pot to piss in
I'm all up in her mouth she addicted like a zyn
3 different type flavor bitches
This napoleon
Bound to blow up only matter
Of time like utopian
Issa slime life ain't talkin nickelodeon
If the music don't work out imma have to hit the road again
Chasing chicken to the finish line like I own a hen
10 bands on the watch shapeshifter ben ten
Clip longer than a peephole this a extend
Paper on my wrist
Imma show you where the money spread (Bitch)
Lil bitch text my phone do not disturb left her on read
You ride a short bus kid you such a sped
Thermal scope on the ARP boy outline infrared (Its easy)
This the credit scene now but this ain't the end
(Phew)

Written by:
N2Sap, Nathan Stevens

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