Faith lyrics

[Intro: Shawny Binladen]
Yeah, uh
(Not from YouTube)
It's a new opp by the way
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Shawny Binladen]
Uh, lookin' like I just spilled Wock' on the Cartis
I'm with the ooters, we shoot up the party
Opp pack, we put that boy in a Marley
She ride di*k, yeah, my lil' b*tch gnarly
My white b*tch a freak and she look like iCarly
I'm the from the woods, we don't trap out no lobby
Smokin' on zaza, the room gettin' foggy
A op got popped cus he feeling too froggy
Went for a sale, but it turned to a robbery
Tryna get my fam rich like Steve Harvey
Thirty round drum on me, can't harm me
I'm Shawn Wick, but the hoes call me Shawny
Big dub b*tches, the gang like the army
My pockets fat, give a f*ck if I'm scrawny
Stay with a G, on go can't guard me
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Yaya]
Look
.950 bullets, more guns than the army
Whole crew cold as ice, so oppas can't guard me
I don't leave the trap without eights
That Chris Dior, tell your b*tch, "Have faith"
In the trap, no clientele, I had to have faith
No food, I'm running to the plug for a plate
Now I get two K for an eight
Just copped a fronto, no check on the J
I could bring you to the counter, I ain't goin' on dates
Used to fiend for the pus*y, now I tell a b*tch, "Wait"
I got too much on my plate
Tryna make sure the family, they straight
Tryna move mom to Jamaica, estate
Tryna turn a lick to real estate
Tryna make a million off of a plate
I told him to spark 'cause 12 never give me a break
Livin' fast, drink, Percocet be the [?][1:34]
Wear Cartier frames just so I can see the fake
I know I'm Grinchin' when love turn to the hate
Give my lawyer money and I don't got me a case
God forbid, but that's just in case
I see an oppa and shoot up the place
f*ck a mask, he ain't gon' remember this face
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Number eight