Face Off (feat. Sauce Money)

Sauce motherfucking

Jigga (Jigga)

Feel this

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (Feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

Yeah, get your ones up

Get ya guns up, it's on

Ladies know that when the sun's up, I'm gone

Fuck them bitches though, digits though

Fuck, wherever I bring ya

**** know, what?

All black cat with the mack out

I take shorty to the rest'

Blow her back out

Sun dress, undress

Throw her back out

In and out like a crack house

Keep it moving

Face off with the .38 scraped off

Keep shorty maced

Caked off of a eight-balls

Know your place

So it starts when ya least expect

A yeast infect

You don't irritate bitches

Please protect it

So I hear you hate bitches

Love the dough

Your flow irritate ****

Fuck them though

It's all out

Have a fallout, I fucked ya girl

On top now we call out, fuck the world

Face off

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (Feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

I apologize ladies

I'm lovin' ya right

You must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight

No wine, no dine

No wheelin' the whip

All night long, just feelin' the dick, bitch

Sauce motherfuckin' slayin'

I'm sayin' with no delayin'

Can you beat that?

I eat that

You just playin' ****

You never know what a chick can do

Pull the trigga too

Check this shit jigga do

My crew married the same bitch

I do, back men, stack grands

Daddy like I do?

Love them hoes, Jigga?

Ha, how that sound?

Women start to fall

We all bat around

Let my whole team hit it

Scatter round

You never seen wit it

Pat 'em down

Check for cream in it

These riches

Got nothing to do with these bitches

Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits

Face off

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (Feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

Yeah, can I touch that

What's that?

Leave it for dead

Keep ya arm over ya face ****

Keep ya head

Keep a mind to survive

If ya sleep, ya dead

Stay fly till ya die, ****

Deep with prayer

With each word ya say, guess that beef is dead

Ladies and gentlemen

Like impeach the Pres'

Val Kilmer style **** draw heats with feds

Broad day like De Niro

Shoot all day

I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay

Get a hit, I

I come through

Blow up, you spit out

What up, keep it cocked faithfully like slop

With one in the drop

Don't get hit up

I be the 4-5th flamer

Hoe, bitch samer

Clap cats are snitching

Give ya whole clique name up

Look, I done came up

And tore the whole game up

Right, meet me in the square with one in the chamber

The face off ****

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me)

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

This goes out

Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

Fuck 'em all day

Fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

Yeah, this goes out to my Brooklyn crew