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BabyRisk - Face Card - Tdraymo Remix lyrics

Artist: BabyRisk

album: Face Card (Tdraymo Remix)


Bra got cut kept playing with scissors
Ion play with no fans don't run up to me nigga
No ghost gun pass me that factory glizzy
Can't trust not a soul ion know who wit me
Go chase a bag then holla at corpral
Not giving out passes catch him and scorch him
Niggas be girls so I call em my daughter
Better get you a snorkel you hop in this water
Niggas keep sending nem diss
He claim he a snake but I don't hear him hiss
Shot in his face hope bra got the gist
He dissed on the 4th and was gone by the 5th
Tried to be fancy got pressed at ruth khris
This ain't no fishbowl nigga this dark tints
It's me nd kari yea we really locked in
Tried come down that one way and he got boxed in
Tryn hotbox bra got stopped in his car
Seen him out largo and chased him to gwynn park
Bra not like that he don't got no heart
He kept movin loose and got shot in his crocs
Was in the picture but bra got cropped
Alot of yall wanting my album to drop
Come my way gotta walk through the swamp
I'm the youngest in charge my city on locks
Niggas like snakes ina trees
Gon slither they way jus to get to the green
Offside 5 yards and you hurting your team
Can't backdoor me cus my door got ah ring
Caught bra loafing now he got the nic face
Fishin his block and im using that live bait
This ain't my main hoe this just a side bae
Ma crying her baby got killed at a early age
I'm serving bout 60 a zip
It's a digital dash me and yae inna whip
Quick draw he ain't know it came off my hip
Car got flipped like tokyo drift
Out hea in these streets gotta kill you a vic
Ian lettin' it pass me stop that whip
I'm young and im havin i'm fully equipped
Kept running his mouth and got hit in his lip
Celebration i'm taking the tech
He thought he was right until he got left
Wattz right on my list ion kno who next
Free all the guys and fuck my ex
Wasn't duckin' enough got shot in his chest
Big bird ian even come from a nest
Bad bitch she call me to have sex
(I'm finna nut on her chest)
We tryn score on offense
Shawty ah hoe but she swear she a boss bitch
Fuck her mind at I think she lost it
Since you a boss then show me your office
Any nigga you send get put in a coffin
Wan fight for the cat and I swear ima dawg him
He swear that it's beef but he won't even call me
Say im his opp whole time bra stalling
Riding w jay tryn shoot
Throw up that white flag call it a truce
Got up on trapstar nigga that's fluke
Stomp bra out in some timberland boots
Tryn look sweet got bagged for his goose
He swear he got ice but bra really juice
Tried to tackled my play and got hit with a juke
At saint charles mall im thuggin' w juu
Face shot bra couldn't look at his self
When I was downbad ian ask for no help
Stacking my hats goin right on the shelf
Ninja in silence im movin in stealth
Doing nem situps got shot in his core
Tryn look sweet and they took his dior
Can't get up on me I be watchin the door
See you spending that bag don't go to a store
No cap bra I really hate yall
No ion play thang make bra say barred
All the niggas I trust live right at the graveyard
I see him in public i'm pullin' his face card
Everybody not goated but they wan rap
Stop dickriding youn get paid like that
I'm stuck ina loop i'm feeling like racks
Bra spending that bag just to die in them tracks

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