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Lirik Bare Face

No mask no hood
This that bare faced flow
We back
Them niggas know we did it we coulda done it bare faced
For a price have them hitters waiting on your staircase
Cant fit the ting up in these slims might just have to wear straights
Real neighbourhood heroes but we never wear capes
I got niggas in the Spliff that's why its got a weird taste
I don't listen to them bloggers fam they got some weird takes
Young Boost, Tiny Boost where I'm from we share names
They let goofy's turn gangsters over there, that's their way
We stand on business and we handle issues
Peckham boy but my Brikky nigga brang the pistol
You gotta ask them "why you banging on the man that's with you?"
They still see me in the ends, I still am official
Ain't no playing with my name
Dont ask about them niggas I ain't with, shit aint the same
Gotta act like niggas never told, damn this shit a shame
I put on for all my bros that claim the shit I claim
Ah
Before you bang point that shit and aim
I tell Billy all my secrets, he gon' keep em safe
Throw my P's up and I keep em straight
My brudda Jungle in that jam I told him keep the faith
You aint did it masked up, you aint did it broadday
Snap was sliding with the mac, I saw that in 4k
I watched Nutty smack a nigga then I seen his jaw break
I been praying with the Akhs, keep the pork on your plate
I was sliding all night, that's why I got indoors late
That's why I got indoors late
Do it bare face
Do it bare face
Do it bare face
Do it bare face
Mashed the works and came and back with two attempts on him
Thought he was a good yute, I guess this life was meant for him
Danger on the field, why you think them niggas benchwarming?
Wipe it down like Boosie just in case my prints on it
Baddie think i'm tricking said she want a pair of Rick Owens
Aint tryna wake the kids, i'm in her crib tiptoeing
"Tiny Boost is hard uno" that's all I been going
They scared of me so they act like they aint been knowing
Ah ah
I'm outside without a sheisty on
Tell them kids "Nah this aint the type of life you want"
Married to the streets, this aint the type of wife you want
They gave my brudda 30 years so he can right his wrongs
He rock a Rolly in his cell, you know what time he on
I'll go down as a legend by the time i'm gone
The way they rap cap they must forgot the mic was on
We make them get backs bloody like the shiesty song
Ah
They say I need a girl typa song
But I don't think about these hoes i'm just pipin em
She waan me stab it like my boxers got a knife in them
I cooked the work in the same pot the rice was in
Get the special and we fry em on a China ting
I done it hopping out of cars, I done it cycling
I have em jumping out the Jordans on a Michael ting
Ah
Ah Ah
You know what side i'm with
Do it bare face
Do it bare face
Do it bare face
Do it bare face
Do it bare face