[Lyric] Face Card (EZ Longway)

Facecard good don’t need ID
Better watch yo hoe nigga don’t watch me
I know some killers in the cut that’s gone die by me
And my young nigga packin like he bout to leave


I was stuck in the trenches I was stuck in the trees
Selling this gas cause I got what they need
You get 2 for 15 I put that on the scale
Compress it up good cause it came through the mail


Tryna run it up fast I mash the gas
Flatten the pack then I’m counting up cash
Ain’t never on E cause I stay with the gas
If the devil on me then I’m making him mad


I do what I want I go where I want
I can post by the sto and sell dope if I want
Use all the glade I can’t take out the trash
I’m smoking pressure

If you ain’t smokin pressure then how can we match
We mixin pressure with pressure that’s a brand new pack
We got extra and extra
They don’t know no better


I trap like I don’t know no better
I can’t get no sleep until my pockets fatter
Rocca fella if he try me ima blow his face
Ima keep knocking at em


I know ima a lock to catch
Unless one of my partners catch em
So I can get back to sellin so the white fowlkes
Can see what’s in the pot for breakfast


Facecard good don’t need ID
Better watch yo hoe nigga don’t watch me
I know some killers in the cut that’s gone die by me
And my young nigga packin like he bout to leave


I was stuck in the trenches I was stuck in the trees
Selling this gas cause I got what they need
Get 2 for 15 I put that on the scale
Compress it up good cause it came through the mail

Aye just when it got compressor
Cop me a nine now I know to stretch em
Put it together I make it look raw
I get her high and put dick in her mouth


We sneaky linkin ain’t no going out
Like Shiesty I’m sliming her out
Like Gucci I know she a freak
You know don’t fold we like 1017


Except we still stuck in the trenches
Where niggas be dyin and livin
I heard a nigga wanna rob me
He gone be dying to get it


Facecard good don’t need ID
Better watch yo hoe nigga don’t watch me
I know some killers in the cut that’s gone die by me
And my young nigga packin like he bout to leave


I was stuck in the trenches I was stuck in the trees
Selling this gas cause I got what they need
Get 2 for 15 I put that on the scale
Compress it up good cause it came through the mail

Tryna run it up fast I mash the gas
Flatten the pack an i run it up fast
Ain’t never on E cause I stay with the gas
If the devil on me then I’m making him mad


I do what I want I go where I wannna
I can post by the sto and sell dope if I want
Use all the glade I can’t take out the trash
I’m smoking pressure


If you ain’t smokin pressure then how can we match
We mixin pressure with pressure that’s a brand new pack
We got extra and extra
They don’t know no better


I trap like I dont know no better
I can’t get no sleep until my pockets fatter
Rocca fella
If he try me ima blow his face


Ima keep knocking at em
I know ima a lock to catch
Unless one of my potnas catch him
So I can get back to sellin so the white fowlkes


Can see what in the pot for breakfast