King Von and G Herbo - Facetime

Yeah
We high speedin' all lights
(Hitmaka)
Bitch-ass nigga
Ho ass
Ain't no stop
Bitch-ass (Mono)
Von

Pull up on these niggas actin' tough out here (actin' tough)
He a bitch, have him bleedin' for a month out here (for a month)
Niggas heated 'cause they bitches actin' up out here? (They actin', what?)
Boy, you tweakin' if you thinkin' we give a fuck out here (huh? What? What? What? What? Huh?)
Thirty-round extendos hang like ropes, hang time (grrah, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga try to play me close (huh? what?)
End up on Dateline (boom, boom)
Hunnid shooters with a hunnid drums (yeah, yeah)
I got the bass line (grrah, grrah)
That FN ring in your face (damn)
That's a FaceTime (boom, boom)

My gun automatic (yeah)
Shootin' been a habit (uh-huh)
Niggas claimin' that they savage (who?)
Fuck it, let him have it (grrah, grrah)
He was lackin', all in traffic (yeah)
Fuck it, I'ma clap him (boom, boom)
They asked me, don't know what happened (uh-uh)
I don't know what happened (nah)
All these Drac's up on my mind (uh-huh)
Shoot 'em all the time (grrah, grrah)
If I get caught I do the time (I do)
I am not 6ix9ine (nah, nah)
He got killed at twenty-five (damn)
Diss me, that's suicide (huh? what?)
He tried Von and he ain't die? (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, you a lie

Pull up on these niggas actin' tough out here (boom, boom, huh? what?)
He a bitch, have him bleedin' for a month out here (for a month, huh? what?)
Niggas heated 'cause they bitches actin' up out here? (They actin' up)
Boy, you tweakin' if you thinkin' we give a fuck out here (huh? What? What? What? Boom, boom)
Thirty-round extendos hang like ropes, hang time (grrah, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga try to play me close (Huh? What?)
End up on Dateline (boom, boom)
Hunnid shooters with a hunnid drums (yeah, yeah)
I got the bass line (grrah, grrah)
That FN ring in your face
That's a FaceTime (boom, boom)

Ayy
Let a fifty blow (brrt)
Niggas sorry now, but fuck we gon' show pity for? (Drench 'em)
Hand his bitch to bro, he let go, that's a give and go
We lowkey but everywhere I go they know No Limit though (No Limit)
Fuck the opps, we give 'em smoke
Before Covid mask (ayy)
Already did that (you know that)
We been blowin' mags, stand over his ass (boom)
Fill up body bags, we don't give out a pass (uh-uh)
Fuck jail, my killers make bail 'cause I got a lot of cash
Uh, I don't bap in my raps, that's on cap
Orientation, I was a freshman, Von upped the chrome .357
Right in school, I'm like, "Fuck it, now I'm comin' with my shit too" (on fo'nem)
Nigga, we gave our blocks blessings
Savages 'posed to go to Heaven (go to Heaven)

Pull up on these niggas actin' tough out here (boom, boom, huh?)
He a bitch, have him bleedin' for a month out here (for a month)
Niggas heated 'cause they bitches actin' up out here? (They actin', what?)
Boy, you tweakin' if you thinkin' we give a fuck out here (huh? What? What? What? Huh?)
Thirty-round extendos hang like ropes, hang time (grrah, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga try to play me close (Huh? What?)
End up on Dateline (boom, boom)
Hunnid shooters with a hunnid drums (yeah, yeah)
I got the bass line (grrah, grrah)
That FN ring in your face
That's a FaceTime (boom, boom)

Written by:
Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Dayvon Bennett, Herbert Randall Wright

Publisher:
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