Tats On My Face

Hey You know what I'm sayin' You know everything I do is legendary, you know what I'm sayin' I can never be stopped I mean never Chorus Tats on my face Tats This Backwood an eighth Hey Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake Nawf Thirty round on the Glock make you shake Baow Chasing the bag, I race Bag I make a plain bitch great Plain bitch Look in his eyes, he hatin' He hatin' Feeling your vibe, you safe I feel you Codeine survivor, patient Woo Two mili' stashed in the basement Two milli' Thots want nails and laces Huh 2019, I'ma take shit Hah I do the green numbers, the Matrix Matrix I got more M's than Macy's M's Can't suck on no dick with braces Nah Verse 1 How is you doin' Hi Not doing too well Not doing too good I talk to myself Who In the mirror like, Nigga, don't fail Nigga, don't fail I'm poppin' a pill Poppin' em I keep thinking of death, I'ma kill RIP They can't find my trail They can't find me Tryna find myself Tryna find me Quiet is kept Shh Movin' in stealth Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew McLaren seatbelts Skrrt This how I felt Hey, hey Jumped out the hole, whoa Let's have a dripping contest Whoa I couldn't afford the baguettes Baguettes You can't survive without sex Survive Bitch, I got M's, correct M's Hundred round total, no wreck Hey Two hundred thousand, bet Yes Came from the 'partment with pest 'Partment Swerve on the bitch, hit the exit Swerve Pour up the syrup with my breakfast Syrup I go berserk when I'm flexing Berserk Richard Mille, you get the message Hey Blessings Hey Chorus Tats on my face Tats This Backwood an eighth Hey Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake Nawf Thirty round on the Glock make you shake Baow Chasing the bag, I race Bag I make a plain bitch great Plain bitch Look in his eyes, he hatin' He hatin' Verse 2 Hustler, hustler, hustler Hustler I'm hiding the brick in the muffler Hah It's a knock at my door, it's a customer Fuck him up I can't leave with no fire, I'm uncomfortable Fire Rap niggas sweet and they gullible Sweet I'm poppin' shit like a toilet bowl Ugh My lil' boy just made the honor roll Woo Sipping codeine with no common cold Hey I told you the truth Hah, hah, laughing at you I'm too geeked up, I can't even tie my shoe Made the bitch shut up, I put her on mute Shut up I'm balling, I'm dunking, I'm catching the oop Ball Put on a plane with a tie and a suit I'm a big dawg, you a big dawg, salute I'm not gon' hate 'cause we make all the loot Hey I am a bomb, nuclear, nuke Ooh Bentayga three hundred, Richard Mille two Woo I was 18, I was robbin' for two Bags These niggas clique hoppin', these niggas be groupies Woo Ain't stoppin', ain't floppin', I'm telling the truth Truth Recorded the song with an M in the booth Yeah I got a clue Who I send my dawg Woof Get hit with the sawed-off, ooh Chorus Tats on my face Tats This Backwood an eighth Hey Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake Nawf Thirty round on the Glock make you shake Baow Chasing the bag, I race Bag I make a plain bitch great Plain bitch Look in his eyes, he hatin' He hatin' Feeling your vibe, you safe I feel you Codeine survivor, patient Woo Two mili' stashed in the basement Two milli' Thots want nails and laces Huh 2019, I'ma take shit Hah I do the green numbers, the Matrix Matrix I got more M's than Macy's M's Can't suck on no dick with braces Nah