Face Book - Los Halcones de San Luis

Yeah, yeah, yeah All night, bitch, it's the joint The trophy himself and all that, stop playin' Hmm, yeah, a'ight, hmm I just pulled up in a-, hmm, wait I just pulled up in a Benz, baby, bring your friends If you ain't throwin' neck, baby, you can't get up in And I ain't goin' in if I can't bring the Glock in I can't do the nine-to-five, I could never clock in I was never up in school, I was out flockin' Bitch, I'm Mr. Turn-nothin'-into-somethin' We don't do no sucka duckin' We them niggas that was born to cause ruckus Slidin' on the suckas at three in the morning in a bucket I'ma die behind my Grammys, if he touch it, I'ma up it Four-five if the nigga think he Mr. Incredible Ass so fat, I be mad that it ain't edible She sucked a nigga so good that she turned me to a vegetable Bitch, don't ask me what I'm doin 'like it ain't money on my schedule If you wanna take it there, then we can take it there Best believe that I'ma risk it all if it's paper there I be at his bitch house all the time, I get faded there (mm) They don't want no smoke, I was out on they block Tryna terrorize they whole gang, but nobody out (hmm) We the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene I'm that young nigga with the chili, so they don't like me Bitch, I'm toxic, I'll block you while you typing Why the fuck you call me over and your clothes on? I know she ain't shit 'cause she don't never leave her phone on Girl you bad, I'm tryna fuck you with the lights on I'ma lock her in as "Pretty Face" in my iPhone If I show up at three in the morning, you know what I'm on Skinny mini lightskin little brace face Beat the yocky up, got the bitch screamin', "Gang, gang" Got her toes curlin' signs like she gangbang Hold on, damn Hmm, tuh Bitch, you bad and you know it, fine in the face You got ass, baby, throw it, put it in my face Baby, who you bank with? Wells or the Chase? She see the sauce that I'm drippin', she like, "Daddy, can I taste?" Girl, I know you know that I'm a joint, but can I get some space? Blunts for the pain, smokin' good Cook' I been gassin' the whole time without a chorus or a hook I was off a couple shrooms when I almost got booked I done ran off on the plug and his shit got took Bad bitch give me face all day, no 'Book