No Face

Lyrics

[Intro: Reekz MB] Reekz, LD No face no case But niggas see us Blocka Blocka [Verse 1: Reekz MB] Lame boy said he on job, man, a man said they wanna catch me (Clown) 'Cause I made their estate run, whole block looked like a track team (Woah, woah) Man, I still trap, but I ain't a trap God (Trap God) I don't need no trap queen (Baow), push white, smash B (Baow, baow) Still got beef on the pavements, man make hollow tips find him (Woah, woah) Tell you 'bout nights on the go, all day, every day grindin' (Go, go) Free BP out the jail, slapped that corn at the sirens (BP) That's my brother, a rider, and he gets oh so violent (Baow, baow) No way, no trace, no case, no face cah I just don't have one (Hey) Don't try talk about guap when I know you ain't even got a bag one (A lie) This that Dimzy flow, no difference, yo, put a hole in that one (Baow) In that ding dong, puttin' in work, and it's a ghostly black one (Hey) Shotgun with the action, shotgun there for the action (Hey, hey) Man, a man talk that jazz, don't be there when it's spazzin' (Baow, baow) Young G said he on mazza, young G said he wanna shank him (Woah, woah) Young G there with a shank ting, shank ting look like Aladdin's (Woah, woah) Man, I turn thriller, Jackson, man hit 'em up like Pac did (Baow, baow) Patterned, flattened, malice, man leave the crime scene vanish (Woah, woah) Sellin' food, I am, man have got corn in iron Man have got food, I am, man has got corn in iron Man has got corn, fry him (Baow) Work out with the workout, niggas know I put the work out Lurk 'round with the squirt out, bet man, a man turn down [Bridge: LD, Reekz MB] We've got live corn for an opp boy, got live corn for the sirens Armed and dangerous, wicked and bad and violent, nobody's slidin' Step 'round there with the lifers, bet everyone be silent Like, "Tell me where the talkin' now", you young G's gone so quiet (6ixty, ayy) [Verse 2: LD] I raise my mash on the streets (Ayy), and I've kicked man's head in with Reekz (Reekz) I don't know about peace (No), I'm a real chef, I pepper my beef (Baow) I made one of them pussios run (Run), and the rest all followed like sheep (Gems) I put in so much work on these opps, I don't know how they're mentionin' me (How?) I don't know how they're mentionin' gang (6, gang) .44s in a four door, that was us that was lettin' that bang (Baow, baow) You filthy imposters, like I don't know you wanna be man (Gems) Had rusty corn in the .4's that day, that shit didn't jam (No) You heard a few click-clicks then it banged (Baow) I know everyone heard, a big man tryna disperse Lookin' all dumb with his name on his shirt (Movin' reckless) They talk 'bout me on the streets, now look how much niggas been hurt I've got am', I've got scales, I move work (I trap) But fuck the trap talk, it's long (Fuck) I know M (M), I know Conz (Conz) We drillers (Drillers), we jog (Drillers) Might see us all on your block (Ayy), tryna put a face on a top (Tryna s[?]) It feels so right when I do a nigga wrong (Ayy) I was in Tulse Hill vibsin', dropped bro corn for the .44 long (Gang) You stupid Justin Biebers, stressed you out then you garn sing songs (Snitches) I walk on road with weight, I ain't touchin' no gym 'cause that shit be long (Weight) A thousand grams of am', man, I bruck it all down and I get it all gone (Ayy, bruck it) 9's, 4's, 2's, anyhow man'll get that gone (Trap)