Face Tats

Hold up wait a minute let me ride this beat
We running through these cheques like we in a track meet
Ice on my wrist and I got a pair of skis
If I was a bird I’d be a para-skeet
It’s a flexicution coming up from the gutter
Shit the flow is so butter never stutter on some other shit
And when I spit I grab the mic with some oven mits, damn
That’s the way I do it and I do it with the fam
Budging locking limits pocket money by the gram
See it in the window and the money leave my hand
Hear my shit once and I know you’ll be a fan
Yeah I know you’ll be a fan
Running with the face tats, face tats
Running with the
(You got the face of an angel)
Yeah I got my Tommy polo
Now I’m rez rich and I’m riding solo
Hold up, now you gotta pay for the photo
I’m the big wolf on campus, ayyo
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a thug with your bitch
I don’t know shit but I know I’m rich
Four-door skid in the lot we kids
Skrrt skrrt donut in the lot that’s lit
Woke up in a Gucci body bag
I was wilding all night, I was running from the feds
I was running for my life I was running through my vans
Ay ay, I was running through my plans yo
Running with the face tats, face tats
Running with the
(You got the face of an angel)
Running on the track, I’ve been running through packs
Cigarette cigarette all I do is fucking flex
Got her on my Pokedex, she tryna fight my ex said
You should talk less her dad went out west so she see him less
But I think it’s for the best
She wanna be with Dontai yeah
I always hit her like a jambe yeah
I wanna daddy with Harambe yeah, yeah ay
Running with the face tats, face tats
Running with the
(You got the face of an angel)