Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Face Shots , by - J. Stalin. Release date: 19.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Face Shots |
| Run up on em give em face shots |
| Spot high I ain’t posted in a long time |
| I’ve been ridin' round gettin' mine off the phone, nigga |
| Banger on my lap, drivin' drinkin' this Patron, nigga |
| Always ridin' dirty but never be out of pocket |
| Humble but still cocky, you really gotta watch me |
| I got money on my mind, dope up in the car |
| Bad bitch ridin' with me and she down to take the charge |
| Mack 11 on my lap, 50 grand large |
| If it ain’t about the money, I might never call |
| Gotta do it big for my niggas behind the walls |
| Shooters on call, they’ll slide like hockey |
| Rockin' with this cinnamon bun under this Tommy |
| Red dot if I spot him I got him |
| He was talkin' shit, so I caught him slippin' and shot him |
| Caught him slippin' and shot him |
| And I ain’t playin' with you rap niggas, niggas |
| Fuck around and clap a nigga |
| And they ain’t even fire man I doubt it nigga, nigga |
| Cause me I’m just a real killa, killa |
| Run up on em give em face shots |
| I’ll put one of you niggas in a pine box |
| Smoking bad bitch like Vivica Fox |
| She was rocking with a nigga since I was selling them rocks |
| When the funkin' done stop then the money gets soft |
| But I gotta get this money so enemies gotta go |
| I done sold coke, tar, dro even blue pills |
| Made 100 bands flipped foreigns without a record deal |
| I’m from the old school I believe in longegevity |
| I be fucking bitches getting money 'til I’m 70 |
| Free my nigga Gun doing time for a felony |
| You bitch niggas comedy Bill Bellamy |
| They know who them gangstas who be rockin' with them 30 sticks |
| The only Bay area nigga banned from the Catalyst |
| I come from the Cypress Village bricks |
| Where everybody either selling dope or hittin' licks |
| And I ain’t playin' with you rap niggas, niggas |
| Fuck around and clap a nigga, nigga |
| And they ain’t even fire man I doubt it nigga, nigga |
| Cause me I’m just a real killa, killa |
| Run up on em, give em face shots |
| When the chopper let loose I got no control |
| Drum on the Kedr, spell my name in bullet holes |
| If I don’t fuck with you nigga, anything goes |
| I off a nigga momma if the price right |
| Stuck in the ghetto, bitch, what your life like? |
| Runnin' dope like a New York turnpike |
| Got a few real niggas that’s doing life |
| Good niggas but they never play no games though |
| Put a bullet in your motherfuckin' brain though |
| All this ice got me colder than an Eskimo |
| I just counted a 100 bands, so what they hittin' for |
| I’ma play it high like I’m loaded off this Mary Jane |
| And let my lil niggas rock the dice game |
| I’ma play it high like I’m loaded off this Mary Jane |
| And let my lil niggas rock the dice game |
| And I ain’t playin' with you rap niggas, niggas |
| Fuck around and clap a nigga |
| And they ain’t even fire man I doubt it nigga, nigga |
| Cause me I’m just a real killa, killa |
| Run up on em give em face shots |
| Run up on em give em face shots |
| Run up on em give em face shots |
| Run up on em give em face shots |