I cannot beef with a bitch who ain't got no cash
Catch me runnin' to the bank or walk out with bags
Ask me why my pockets so fat, I stuck my shit to racks
They ain't never robbin' shit, because I never lack
Put the coupe in sport mode and I almost crashed
Weezy, known for gettin this bitch poppin', talkin' shit on tracks
I'm the best to do it out my city, I'm the f*ckin' man
Said they caught me lackin', said what's up and them pussies ran
Always step for TNR, this the f*ckin' Klan
Get up on him for that tough talkin', cook his ass like ham
You only totin ghost guns, I bet that bitch gon' jam
Throw the lob up and pass that shit, bitch, I'm finna slam
They go tappin' for the feature, cause I'm hella hot
Told my youngins that we goin' to the top, I got this shit on lock
If they passed the rock, then I'ma shoot my shot
So much people say that I got potential, no, I can never stop
Bitch, we goin' hit the mall, we gonna f*ck it up
I been ballin' since a kid, they ain't, they need to step it up
Icy chains on me, I'ma flex it and wet him up
Bitch only made one poppin' song, he got lucky, uh
Why this boy dick-suckin' just for f*ckin' clout
Speakin' on my name, talkin' crazy, get me out your mouth
Wanna go band for band, can't, cause you in the drought
Ran it up by myself, you lost, now you ask for clout
He pourin' 4's in his cup, I'ma pour it out
Made a couple bucks off a rap, but I ain't chillin' now
You the type to beef over a bitch, you're a f*ckin' clown
See me walk and scream my name, I'm the face of the town
I can pass the hoe to my dog, finna go rounds
Might as well be the king of this, like, where my f*ckin' crown
Run up in his crib, I'm gonna raid it, better get down
Ay, bitch, we finna get down
Lost my brothers in this shit, but I'ma thug it out
Went down the hoop way, I had to switch the f*ckin route
When I took a loss, I swear to God that they walked out
But now they comin' back, bitch, cause I'm poppin' now
Told the club, pay me 50, I ain't poppin' out
Ridin' presidential, AMG, I'ma sock him out
Chiefin blunts back to back, had me knocked out
Spice talkin' every day, ain't finna stop now, bitch
TNR Weezyy - Face of my city Lyrics
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I cannot beef with a bitch who ain't got no cash
Catch me runnin' to the bank or walk out with bags
Ask me why my pockets so fat, I stuck my shit to racks
They ain't never robbin' shit, because I never lack
Put the coupe in sport mode and I almost crashed
Weezy, known for gettin this bitch poppin', talkin' shit on tracks
I'm the best to do it out my city, I'm the f*ckin' man
Said they caught me lackin', said what's up and them pussies ran
Always step for TNR, this the f*ckin' Klan
Get up on him for that tough talkin', cook his ass like ham
You only totin ghost guns, I bet that bitch gon' jam
Throw the lob up and pass that shit, bitch, I'm finna slam
They go tappin' for the feature, cause I'm hella hot
Told my youngins that we goin' to the top, I got this shit on lock
If they passed the rock, then I'ma shoot my shot
So much people say that I got potential, no, I can never stop
Bitch, we goin' hit the mall, we gonna f*ck it up
I been ballin' since a kid, they ain't, they need to step it up
Icy chains on me, I'ma flex it and wet him up
Bitch only made one poppin' song, he got lucky, uh
Why this boy dick-suckin' just for f*ckin' clout
Speakin' on my name, talkin' crazy, get me out your mouth
Wanna go band for band, can't, cause you in the drought
Ran it up by myself, you lost, now you ask for clout
He pourin' 4's in his cup, I'ma pour it out
Made a couple bucks off a rap, but I ain't chillin' now
You the type to beef over a bitch, you're a f*ckin' clown
See me walk and scream my name, I'm the face of the town
I can pass the hoe to my dog, finna go rounds
Might as well be the king of this, like, where my f*ckin' crown
Run up in his crib, I'm gonna raid it, better get down
Ay, bitch, we finna get down
Lost my brothers in this shit, but I'ma thug it out
Went down the hoop way, I had to switch the f*ckin route
When I took a loss, I swear to God that they walked out
But now they comin' back, bitch, cause I'm poppin' now
Told the club, pay me 50, I ain't poppin' out
Ridin' presidential, AMG, I'ma sock him out
Chiefin blunts back to back, had me knocked out
Spice talkin' every day, ain't finna stop now, bitch
Catch me runnin' to the bank or walk out with bags
Ask me why my pockets so fat, I stuck my shit to racks
They ain't never robbin' shit, because I never lack
Put the coupe in sport mode and I almost crashed
Weezy, known for gettin this bitch poppin', talkin' shit on tracks
I'm the best to do it out my city, I'm the f*ckin' man
Said they caught me lackin', said what's up and them pussies ran
Always step for TNR, this the f*ckin' Klan
Get up on him for that tough talkin', cook his ass like ham
You only totin ghost guns, I bet that bitch gon' jam
Throw the lob up and pass that shit, bitch, I'm finna slam
They go tappin' for the feature, cause I'm hella hot
Told my youngins that we goin' to the top, I got this shit on lock
If they passed the rock, then I'ma shoot my shot
So much people say that I got potential, no, I can never stop
Bitch, we goin' hit the mall, we gonna f*ck it up
I been ballin' since a kid, they ain't, they need to step it up
Icy chains on me, I'ma flex it and wet him up
Bitch only made one poppin' song, he got lucky, uh
Why this boy dick-suckin' just for f*ckin' clout
Speakin' on my name, talkin' crazy, get me out your mouth
Wanna go band for band, can't, cause you in the drought
Ran it up by myself, you lost, now you ask for clout
He pourin' 4's in his cup, I'ma pour it out
Made a couple bucks off a rap, but I ain't chillin' now
You the type to beef over a bitch, you're a f*ckin' clown
See me walk and scream my name, I'm the face of the town
I can pass the hoe to my dog, finna go rounds
Might as well be the king of this, like, where my f*ckin' crown
Run up in his crib, I'm gonna raid it, better get down
Ay, bitch, we finna get down
Lost my brothers in this shit, but I'ma thug it out
Went down the hoop way, I had to switch the f*ckin route
When I took a loss, I swear to God that they walked out
But now they comin' back, bitch, cause I'm poppin' now
Told the club, pay me 50, I ain't poppin' out
Ridin' presidential, AMG, I'ma sock him out
Chiefin blunts back to back, had me knocked out
Spice talkin' every day, ain't finna stop now, bitch
Writer: Anthony Naught
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