YUNG BAMBI

"Facetime"

[Intro]
Yuh, AMC, whoa, skrr skrr skrr, yuh

[Chorus]
I said three guns in my backwoods when I facetime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that b*tch eat Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands that says sh*t from the tears all on my wrist

I said three guns in my backwoods when I facetime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that b*tch eat Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands that says sh*t from the tears all on my wrist

[Verse 1]
And we smokin' on that gas
My nig*as got it off a lick
I f*cked yo' b*tch right after class
Oh damn, her booty was so thick
She jump a beamer, black all matte and gave me top all in the whip
These the questions for her man: can you taste me on that kiss?

No, no playin' 'round with my nig*as, lil nig*a young and hit
They won't see yo' mama cryin' when they find you in the ditch
When you find him, boy you lyin', no don't speak on none that sh*t
But that time it feel like flyin'
'Cause her face all in the brick

Call my phone with my friends and no, hoe, you can't have no sip
Got that tab all on her tongue, though
Shawty take me on a trip
Dressed in black just like a nun but she throw up like she a crip
My ass so bright just like the sun
Just don't look up at the eclipse

[Chorus]
I said three guns in my backwoods when I facetime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that b*tch eat Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands that says sh*t from the tears all on my wrist

I said three guns in my backwoods when I facetime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that b*tch eat Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands that says sh*t from the tears all on my wrist

[Kamiyada]
I'm back on my bullsh*t (aye)
Digital full clip (yuh)
She wanna f*ck on me, duck on me, swallow that nut like it Cool Whip, yuh
We ride a train on that hoe (yuh)
Just like the Polar Express (yuh)
This is a two-player game
Play with the di*k and invite all your friends (yuh)

Diamonds all wet on my neck (yuh)
Just like they fell in the pool (whoa)
You say yo nig*a won't scissor then swallow my kids on the cool (yuh)
I'm on my way in the whip and I'm swervin' that b*tch
I might die on the move (yuh)
Just tell my mama I love her and tell all my nig*as I died for the crew (yuh)

This sh*t ain't new to you (yuh)
This sh*t ain't new to me (yuh)
I'm in the front, see your chest, feel your neck
Then I'm wearing that jewlery

Kid don't want smoke, what's wrong?
You ain't about the B
Nig*a it's doctor, who ordered some spress cause you nig*as is food to me

[Chorus]
I said three guns in my backwoods when I facetime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that b*tch eat Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands that says sh*t from the tears all on my wrist

I said three guns in my backwoods when I facetime with yo' b*tch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah that b*tch eat Candy Flip
Drop a couple bands that says sh*t from the tears all on my wrist

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