M.D.B & T-Money - Face Off

Aye T
We gotta show them how we comin' on this Blood Brovas 2
Man, they ain't fuckin' with us
They ain't fuckin' with us
They ain't fuckin' with us
Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my cheese, this shit put in Velveeta
Bitch, I got a Glock, it ain't for show, you know I keep this heater
They don't want no problems with T-Money, bitch, they know I'm evil
It's M.D.B., I bring the smoke like this shit Chino's reefer
They don't want no problem with me, that ho be playin' 50
And I let him hold a 50, this Glock hold more than 50
Niggas never fuckin' with me, cause they ain't fuckin' with me
And my bitch nasty, keep it classy when she call me daddy
And I keep two twin Glocks, a nigga call them Liv and Maddy
The way, This AR Dance, I tell that motherfucker, go big Lexi
Always bought my money, hell, nah you ain't never gotta ask me
Nina put that bump right on his face and gave that nigga acne
Nigga who want smoke with me, anybody can get it
And you know we stand on business, bitch, we spinin' like some fidgets
Won't forget what happened when I'm back outside, that shit get tragic
M.D.B. like Jordan and T-Money, he ball like magic
They want no problem cause they know that I'ma bring the static
And bouncing back to business, thought a nigga was a rabbit
Trouble, trouble, you want trouble with the wrong motherfucker
I fuck your auntie if a nigga can't get right to your mother
I never slid with no lame, I'd rather slide with my brother
And M.D.B. just like an agent, take your bitch undercover
Money, money, money, nigga know that I gotta have it
I wake up and I hit a J, that don't mean I gotta habit
I never ask if I want something, then you know I'ma have it
She know she fuckin' M.D.B., this nigga far from an average
I beat the pussy up, nigga, I am not an amateur
She feel in love with a real gangster, bitch, I come with murderers
I heard she tryna fuck T-Money, bitch, I never heard of ya
A nigga tote right on his 40, knock a fuckin' birdie off
Don't play a nigga like he pussy, for I'll fuckin' murder ya
Bitch, I got different shells to choose, don't whip out first, then bitch, you lose
And I don't need blue for a clue, the real gangsters don't ever lose
I'm with my dog, motherfucker, this dog is not Scooby-Doo
Yeah, tick tock, damn, you got the wrong time
Wristwatch, damn, set to the wrong time
Big chains, damn, it leave a nigga blind
Big ice, damn, look how my diamonds shine
Playoffs, nigga, we knock em' down like it was Blitz
Big slime, nigga, I send my bitch to slime your bitch
Bitch, I chase down niggas, I really hope that you don't trip
I keep gorillas with me, they go bananas on the clip
Yeah, face off, nigga, I'm dying to knock a nigga, face off, nigga
Takeoff, nigga, it's 180 and I take off
Big scar, nigga, I fuck around and take your face off
Rick Ross, nigga, she know she fucking with a big boss
Big balls, nigga, my bitch be sucking on my big balls, nigga
Oh Lord, nigga, I can't wait until I get y'all
What's up, nigga, if this bowling, I'm knocking pins off
Goofy-ass nigga, treating drive bys, just like a pit stop, nigga
Movado on my wrist, can't tell the time right on this wristwatch
Nigga, that's a knife and you can't compare to this big Glock
I walk inside the club and make all them little bitches heart, stop
Bitch, pussy drip like water, don't ask why I got this big mop, nigga

Written by:
Anthony Drain Jr., Antonio Drain

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