Facetime ft. Notorious Nick Lyrics

Uh Uh

She like why

You don't write back?

On money mission FaceTime me

Lemme see that ass clap

Need guap

Hundreds ya digg

Ain't worried bout shit Might pass or run it

Ya digg

I'm moving like vick

Throwing up, taking a shit

A nigga too sick

Last night

I was fucking a bitch

We too lit

Last night

I was getting the bread

Uh comfortably

Last night

All my niggas

Masked up

Comfortably

Hanging outside

Smoking grass

Uh comfortably

Nigga too smooth

Uh Eastside Russian cream

Shorty hang out

I see you hanging

With them double d's

Hanging with my niggas

Smoking reefa

Drinking bubble tea

Hanging with my niggas

She fucked my nigga

Now she want fuck with me

Shorty outside really tripping know

Its a dub to me

Counting up dubs chopping shit up

Like its cutlery

Put you hold on

Thats my brother out here buzzing me

Call ya baby daddy

I ain't your nigga

Why you bugging me?

In a coop, know them chickens mad

That can't fuck with me

Bitch

This is not Kfc

She want the dick

I'm on DND

Shorty shorty

We be getting money

Please don't fuck with me

Nigga i be moving

I stay motion

Super comfortably

Know she lame ass hell

Shorty geeking

Shorty rushing me

Touchdown, pac land

Bro outside bugging me

This bitch's say I'm toxic

Why this bitch wanna fuck with me?

Uh Uh

She like why

You don't write back?

On money mission FaceTime me

Lemme see that ass clap

Need guap

Hundreds "ya digg

Ain't worried bout shit Might pass or run it

Ya digg

I'm moving like vick