[Chorus]

Face down, face down (Rob 'em)

Face down (Rob 'em), face down (Rob 'em)

You ain't gon' smack him, you ain't gon' put that nigga face down

We get away with it and talk about it all on Face Time

Face down (Rob 'em), face down (Rob 'em)

Face down (Rob 'em), face down

Who up the scope? Boy we slidin' all up outa Roscoe's

I'm busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho's

[Verse 1]

Her nigga made my dawg momma cry

And I cut off every nigga who ain't slide

Seven niggas, braggin' on one body

But I know five, six of they ass lyin'

We beat the block 'til that bitch shake

And they said they know it's me cause I love playing dirty, K

Same nigga that I'm beefin' with

I fucked his momma, he was in prison, I gave her that dirty dick

All you rappers that be dissin' on Lil' Yak

Swear he gotta a brother who be jumpin' black (Splat)

But for real let's get it over with

How the hell you fo' a rap (Lord), fuck all that rappin' shit

[Chorus]

Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)

Face down (Leave 'em), face down

You ain't gon' smack him, you ain't gon' put that nigga face down

We get away with it and talk about it all on Face Time (Leave 'em)

Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)

Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)

Who up the scope? Boy we slidin' all up outa Roscoe's

I'm busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho's

[Verse 2]

Ain't got no bodies, so why the fuck you talkin' then?

Glizzy's with the dick, and it's dirty

Murk him, I been huntin'

All the mornin' bird's chirpin'

I hit 'em with that Hawke, I know his name was Hermen (Lord)

Bitch you know I missed brack, we like air freshener and tater chips

Mash and we finna spray shit

Give mine-

Aunty on some fuck shit

Told her friends I shot at 'em, but I'm on my war crime

Tell that ho in black n' white

Got me lookin' lie my name, that's why they call me "Syk"

Didumdigad real stupid, face down nigga, I love it when he lose it

He ain't got no mind, he be throwing a hunnid rounds

Jumpin' out daylight, bitches dyin'

They sent my nigga to the sky, we got a call

Devil bacin', son of a bitch behind

[Chorus]

Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)

Face down (Leave 'em), face down

You ain't gon' smack him, you ain't gon' put that nigga face down

We get away with it and talk about it all on Face Time (Leave 'em)

Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)

Face down (Leave 'em), face down (Leave 'em)

Who up the scope? Boy we slidin' all up outa Roscoe's

I'm busy for his kids, all my time go the opp ho's