In They Face lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

[Chorus]
Skii had to make somethin' shake, yeah (Skii)
They like, "Tyler, drop that sh*t," my fans don't wanna wait, yeah (What?)
In the booth like every night, that hot sh*t on the way (Hot, can't rush the vibe, Rando)
Bad b*tch at the dinner table, we at Papi Steak, uh (On God)
Road runnin' every week, fillin' up the safe (Cha-ching)
Grind hard and believe, boy, that's all it takes (No cap)
Put the b*tch on her knees like she sayin' grace, yeah (Ugh)
Pop sh*t every day, put it in they face, yeah (Ugh)

[Verse]
n*ggas mad I'm gettin' pape', they been on some hatin' sh*t (Yeah)
Four pockets full of cake, look like I hit a major lick
He don't f*ck with Mr. Skii, Tyler probably slayed his b*tch (Yeah)
You won't catch me on the scene unless that's where that paper is (Cha-ching)
Left my kids on her bed, now she gotta babysit (Ew)
Keep it way too real, boy, I swear I can't pretend (No cap)
Phone full of hoes, Mr. Skii a ladies man
Achievin' all my goals doin' everything that they said I can't (On gang)
b*tch, I'm gone, in the booth, I'm geeked up off this 10 (Skii)
Run your money up, I get it quick, n*gga (Quick, n*gga)
She tired of them lames, she wan' come f*ck a rich n*gga (f*ck a rich n*gga)
Rrr, my pockets keep some dog sh*t in 'em (Got dog sh*t in 'em)
Gotta spend some money just to get near me (Just to get near me)
I'm a skinny n*gga, I like my b*tches thick with it (Like my b*tches thick with it)
All these chains on my neck, sh*t cost me six digits (Cost me six digits)
Stick to the code and dont' switch, that's how a jit livin' (That's how a jit livin')
Gotta spend some money just to get near me (Just to get near me)
I'm a skinny n*gga, I like my b*tches thick with it (Gotta be thick with it)
All these chains on my neck, sh*t cost me six digits (Cost me six digits)
Stick to the code and don't switch, that's how a jit livin' (That's how a jit livin')
[Chorus]
Skii had to make somethin' shake, yeah (On God)
They like, "Tyler, drop that sh*t," my fans don't wanna wait, yeah (Skii)
In the booth like every night, that hot sh*t on the way (Hot)
Bad b*tch at the dinner table, we at Papi Steak, uh (No cap)
Road runnin' every week, fillin' up the safe, uh (The safe)
Grind hard and believe, boy, that's all it takes, yeah (Yeah)
Put the b*tch on her knees like she sayin' grace, yeah (She sayin' grace)
Pop sh*t every day, put it in they face, yeah (Yeah)

[Outro]
Ayy
Pop sh*t every day, put it in they face, yeah
This for all them town n*ggas, b*tch-ass n*ggas hatin', yeah
This for all them town b*tches, I'm patiently waitin', yeah
On gang, Mr. Skii, man
Skii