Ugly Faces Remix

By t.scam

Released on February 5, 2018

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[Intro]

HL8

Traphouse Mob


[Verse 1: T.Scam]

Look, apply pressure on opposition

Catch a opp and my Rambo kiss him

Pussyhole went from victim to witness

Zero tolerance for these snitches

Grab him, grab and grab and then stab

1-2 dings or I hop out a cab

Don't run, don't run, man I push it in your back

Push it in your neck, just belly or hat, or hat, or hat

Man grab and then stab him

Trackie and Rambs, this Rambs ain't for fashion

Ain't by my weapon, these faggots are dashing

Ain't by my weapon, these faggots are dashing

Like 'ight, go to my waist and these opp boys skeeting, skeeting

Gyal come 'round a whole jeeting

She'll gasp, for no reason

Quick ting, bust in her mouth, no feelings

I don't love these whores

So me in the 4 'cah I always score

Back out my Rambs, dip that, you get bored

Ah, you said you're on me, are you sure?

You said you're on me, are you certain?

Me and A, that's nothing but lurking

Catch a opp, hashtag curtains

Violent on the net but innocent person

It ain't Facebook when I say you get poked

Ain't waterpark when I say you get soaked

619 cos I had him on the rocks

Leave him hollering only for a poke

Them man too talky

15 inch Ram bar, get walky

Bad B from west

Goddamn, she way too naughty, look

More time, we just vibe

Mad goons, where was you

When your boy got shanked up twice?

And everyone says, his guts got teared

Like, how is he still alive?

Splash, splash, I don't do fistfight

You're a P-U-double S-Y

Shank up guts, I don't aim for no thighs, like

Want dash? I'm 15 properly

Fist fight, bomboclaat, I ain't Rocky

Rambo tear through muscles if you're stocky

Gyally cut for wood, she want cocky

Lean out the ride, lean outside with dotty, ay

Look, lean out the ride, lean outside with dotty, ay

(You when your boy got shanked up twice?

And everyone says, his guts got teared

Like, how is he still alive?

Splash, splash, I don't do fistfight

You're a P-U-double S-Y

Shank up guts, I don't aim for no thighs, like

Want dash? I'm 15 properly

Fist fight, bomboclaat, I ain't-)


[Verse 2: SK]

Boom, ex said I'm one of the ugly faces

None of that shit was true

When I had penis rubbing them braces

Take no chat from a eediat

Get round there with the largest stainless

Taped opp block with the Rambs in top

Cah they only wanna be famous

16 with bare dead friends, ugh

I can never be like dem, trust

Battling G's for gems

Back the Rambo, them yutes can't mend

Strictly violence, it's never gon' end

Tight, back the machetes on paigons

Swing, splash, corrupted by Satan

Dey rap but they wan' write statements

Shoot and score, never need no training

Bitch, come here and suck this penis

Opp thot said she can't catch feelings

Bloody shank, get Dettol and clean it

Careless creeping, I'm the real demon

Suspect a witness in seconds

Corn on deck, anything get peppered

Wait, touch my waist and they leg it

Bust my nut and pass to my bredrin

If they was on like we did

Fuck that, I woulda been touched instead

But, they ain't on so it's blessed

It's war for a friend if a yute that reps

I back my Rambo, I barely fistfight

Barely show love but she wan' take pipe

Don't trust no bitch, I carry my knife

Not in the handbag, it's right on my side

Hm, step incorrect, get got

Shit, we got tools on my block

Bitch, get on knees and give top

Or get the fuck out this spot

Hm, step incorrect, get got

Shit, we got tools on my block

Bitch, get on knees and give top

Or get the fuck out this spot


[Outro]

Traphouse Mob