"Fuck Her Face" lyrics
BLEU Lyrics
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Seventy drills
Send my young niggas on missions, just like seventy drills
Grand Devado, cut off auto, pop out, spray the van
If we can't find 'em, spray his man, my young nigga super sayan
Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out
Spray his ass on sight, fuck it
These niggas wanna be opp
Look, go to the killers, you know we ain't wanna be cops
Give my nigga a low when he out, you can be who you wanna be know
Ain't give me a chance, but she wanna go with me now
Try to pick up the flow with me now
And she like my heart broke, but I'm over it now
Oh, catch a case, oh, make her spray
He gon' dump, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody say
Front door, back door, front door
Back door, front door, back door, gang
Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, run up some numbers, go run up some racks (Racks)
You might not never get your bitch back
This Draco', bitch, come get your shit splat, this shit got kickback
We slid and caught him at a kickback, come get your lick back
Ayy, walk down, walk down, walk down
Nigga, where you stole them bricks at?
At Grandma house, we hide the sticks at
Know we came from get-backs
You fucked with me when nobody didn't, bitch, I can't forget that
And I can't ever say "Fuck the city", 'cause that's where I got lit at
Oh, catch a case, oh, make her spray
He gon' dump, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody say
Front door, back door, front door
Back door, front door, back door, gang
Oh, oh-oh
Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out, spray his ass on sight (Sight)
I'm on this drank and I'm feelin' alright
Got you in my section, I'm just bein' nice
But I'm tryna fuck at the end of the night (Ha)
You know gang and them gon' pull it
We got sticks in here for bullets, in this bitch, don't run out of bullets
Camo shorts and Dior hoodie (D)
Auntie house, the door still swangin'
Made a few million off my vocals, but that dope still slangin' (Alright)
Go to sleep and Gucci loaf her, freaky fuck on a blanket
Backdoor gang, steppers in trainin', streets still sayin'
Oh, catch a case, oh, make her spray
He gon' dump, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody say
Front door, back door, front door
Back door, front door, back door, gang
Oh, oh-oh
Seventy drills
Send my young niggas on missions, just like seventy drills
Grand Devado, cut off auto, pop out, spray the van
If we can't find 'em, spray his man, my young nigga super sayan
Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out
Spray his ass on sight, fuck it
Seventy drills
Send my young niggas on missions, just like seventy drills
Grand Devado, cut off auto, pop out, spray the van
If we can't find 'em, spray his man, my young nigga super sayan
Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out
Spray his ass on sight, fuck it
These niggas wanna be opp
Look, go to the killers, you know we ain't wanna be cops
Give my nigga a low when he out, you can be who you wanna be know
Ain't give me a chance, but she wanna go with me now
Try to pick up the flow with me now
And she like my heart broke, but I'm over it now
Oh, catch a case, oh, make her spray
He gon' dump, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody say
Front door, back door, front door
Back door, front door, back door, gang
Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, run up some numbers, go run up some racks (Racks)
You might not never get your bitch back
This Draco', bitch, come get your shit splat, this shit got kickback
We slid and caught him at a kickback, come get your lick back
Ayy, walk down, walk down, walk down
Nigga, where you stole them bricks at?
At Grandma house, we hide the sticks at
Know we came from get-backs
You fucked with me when nobody didn't, bitch, I can't forget that
And I can't ever say "Fuck the city", 'cause that's where I got lit at
Oh, catch a case, oh, make her spray
He gon' dump, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody say
Front door, back door, front door
Back door, front door, back door, gang
Oh, oh-oh
Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out, spray his ass on sight (Sight)
I'm on this drank and I'm feelin' alright
Got you in my section, I'm just bein' nice
But I'm tryna fuck at the end of the night (Ha)
You know gang and them gon' pull it
We got sticks in here for bullets, in this bitch, don't run out of bullets
Camo shorts and Dior hoodie (D)
Auntie house, the door still swangin'
Made a few million off my vocals, but that dope still slangin' (Alright)
Go to sleep and Gucci loaf her, freaky fuck on a blanket
Backdoor gang, steppers in trainin', streets still sayin'
Oh, catch a case, oh, make her spray
He gon' dump, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody say
Front door, back door, front door
Back door, front door, back door, gang
Oh, oh-oh
Seventy drills
Send my young niggas on missions, just like seventy drills
Grand Devado, cut off auto, pop out, spray the van
If we can't find 'em, spray his man, my young nigga super sayan
Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out
Spray his ass on sight, fuck it
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Murda On The Beat
