Everybody gotta face that
I could never rock a fucking face tat
You was never ever like me
We was rocking Filas with the white tees
Had to tell your girl get off me
Why you tryna message? Are you salty?
You all used to rocking all your tall tees
Airline and Decatur were my cross streets
And your car is looking off beat
On the window, all that shit says “Wash me”
I’ma have to fade ‘em ‘till he face down
Had the nerve to turn my fucking bass down
Tone, he got the 808s and that’s nice
Join ‘em with the rhymеs and that’s a rap life
Fresco, Tre and Rhodеsy, those are my guys
Talking down and Shaun’ll knock your night lights
Niggas coming out to see the District
Sold every ticket up in this bitch
Turn down every business deal that’s not right
You don’t want the green up on my stoplight
Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back
Send it back, send it back
Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back
Send it back, send it back
Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back
Send it back, send it back
Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back
Send it back, send it back