Big Sm4ckz - Face Down (feat. Yung Skits)

If I fuck up with a bitch, the bitch better have a bag
After the dissin' on the internet, we in the field of strife
You see me hangin' with a lovey, do you know he gettin' cracked
Run like Steppenwolf, the style is a bitch's second act
So she wanna fuck with me, I told her, bitch, I did a fix
She didn't see me hit the road, I saw the shit she never see
Said, before you came in my life, I was fuckin' with AP
I know lil' baby's eager to hit the road and roll with me
I ain't really thinkin' right, I'm out the jiggas, no lean
You don't know that feelin' when you break a bitch out her chin
I'ma come if it's bout bands or more than 10 G's
Fuck the bitch, then the bitch friend, she call me friendly
S-500, all white, I call it whipped cream
I will never tell her truth, I'ma sell a bitch a dream
Hit a gate, throw the glock, feds just did a sting
Bitch, I'm married to the game, all I need is wedding ring
VV's hittin' in the dark, the bitch, nickname me Bling
ARP hittin' high notes, I ain't know this bitch can sing
In the lab, cheefing woods, I ain't even brought my lean
I broke another pocket, scale I'm weighing up on triple beam
Keep your third eye open, everything ain't what it seem
Chase you down like a dog, or, I can scope you with the beam
Free my lil' nigga Kev, he left a nigga on the scene
Face down, nigga

Written by:
Shaun Roberson

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