Za Rozaye - Face It

Hah!
Just needed some bop in my shit like DaBaby
I been counting guap, it ain't work if it's lazy
She know I'm a boss, it don't matter who pay me
The cherry on top cause she please and she pretty
And nah, I can't walk with no drip, my shit wavy
And nah, I can't fuck with no opp, federales
And I might just spark a whole zip, and I face it
Big smoke, Ima face it
Lil nigga, just face it
I know them killas, boy don't get involved
My niggas shooters, the safety go off
Lil nigga you wylin, lil nigga you soft
This shit come easy, Xaye Rowe, I go hard
Ya ain't seen me lately, seen nothing at all
Lil nigga, you hatin
Lil nigga on silent, ain't making no calls
Lil nigga, just face it
Ya know Ima murder this, blood on the wall
Lil nigga, just face it
If I got a problem, I might just go off
Lil nigga, I face it
I'm on my shit, yeah I couldn't agree more
I'm on my shit, ain't no piss on the floor
I'm on my shit, and I be with the dogs
Smoke in the rain till I don't feel no pain
Blicky that chopper, it came with the aim
Niggas is wylin, these niggas insane
Boy you ain't super, the fuck is you saiyan?
I don't like whining, I don't like complaining
Been law abiding like I was campaigning
Niggas been tryna get me off my game
And now it's really quiet cause bitch I ain't playing
Hah!
Just needed some bop in my shit like DaBaby
I been counting guap, it ain't work if it's lazy
She know I'm a boss, it don't matter who pay me
The cherry on top cause she please and she pretty
And nah, I can't walk with no drip, my shit wavy
And nah, I can't fuck with no opp, federales
And I might just spark a whole zip, and I face it
Big smoke, Ima face it
Lil nigga, just face it
I know them killas, boy don't get involved
My niggas shooters, the safety go off
Lil nigga you wylin, lil nigga you soft
This shit come easy, Xaye Rowe, I go hard
Ya ain't seen me lately, seen nothing at all
Lil nigga, just face it
Lil nigga on silent, ain't making no calls
Ya caught me balling and watched me evolve
Smoke it down to the ash, catching 'em all
Baddie up in the back, showing her bra
As a matter of fact, said she was yours
She telling me handle that, guess she got bored
Where the candle at, it's getting dark (Ooh)
I'm tryna spark
Stay widda light, nig I came from New York
Demon time
Daylight savings couldn't save it
Big check, gimme mines
Told em sign the shit and date it
Got the bill and then I paid it
Lot of money and I made it
Need my, foreign
Feel like Fivi, bro I'm faded, aye aye aye
Pull the choppa to yo face, aye
Bitch you ugly, you disgrace, aye
This shit winning, Ima race, aye
Niggas boutta get erased, uh
Niggas boutta get replaced, uh
Niggas boutta go insane, aye
Sxly goin' fuckin' cray

Written by:
Bahsil Moody

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