wyt - blue faces lyrics
[verse 1: camogod]
choppa stay loaded it came with a beam
blue in my veins, but it’s red on the scene
flesh on my timbs, i got blood on my jeans
empty a clip in your body and leave
swerve in the lanes, and i drift in the streets
band on my wrist, like it’s playing the league
body your team, and it’s total defeat
carry volcanoes, i’m packing the heat
n-ggas trynna post up, getting gunned down
imma end you in the field like a touchdown
body bag a couple rappers during sundown
count down three two i’m the one now
talk all this sh-t ,empty a clip
body a brick, choppa will flip
i let it flip, lv my hip
i got your b-tch, sucking my d-ck
i’m off off the rocks like i’m patrick
do back flips
i tell your b-tch “make me a sandwich”
then i make her lay down
and she getting sandwiched
my ar do magic, it make n-ggas vanish
three n-ggas down it’s a hat trick
i burn up your body and turn you to plastic
you ain’t going ham, b-tch you still going hammish
cook you up quick ,like it’s binging with babish
[hook: camogod]
i came to slash, came with a tec
i put a blade at the back of your neck
diamonds look fiji my wrist looking wet
you wanna battle than come with a check (x2)
[verse 2: swerzie]
(you h-lla outta pocket for this beat)
i got that glock it ain’t no stop
infrared beam, i see heat then i pop
run in yo sh-t, i’mma shoot it non-stop
that b-tch wan’ f-ck ‘cuz she seen i got guap
this sh-t is real, i ain’t meet at the top
choppa like rabbit the way that it hop
you come in my city, you bound to get robbed
ar-15 when i walk in your trap
what’s yours is what’s mine i’mma sn-tch on your pack
this sh-t get deeper than muh’f-ckin rap
you trying my team and the semi gon’ clap
my shooter they crippin’, it’s blue on the flag
they not keeping peaceful, they keeping a gat
and i don’t have friends, ‘cuz they turn on my back
you said that you got me, i’m calling it cap
you come to my city, consider it badlands
ask about me, they gon’ tell you i’m valid
i’m making green ,like i whipped up a salad
we is the best, i ain’t talking ’bout khaled
you want your b-tch back, but she do not want you
f-cked her in the ghost, i know that sh-t gon’ haunt you
i know you mad ‘cuz she never wan’ flaunt you
‘cuz she on her story with swerzie and not you
hol’ up, hol’ up, b-tch, hold my gun
imma beat these rappers up just for fun
and i do this daily, this ain’t really nothin’
f-ck a b-tch, do shows, and then collect my funds
i am on your head like you man tie the bun
hollow tips, they hotter than the f-cking sun
when i’m on their radar they begin to run
icy rotten b-tch, if you don’t ride, you done
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