Awkward Face lyrics

[Intro]
Trippy hippy (Hippy)
I don't know, dawgs (Nah)
Da$H and Vyron (I'm stupid, bro)
That's my homeboys (Homeboys)
You's a trippy hippy (Uh, huh)
I don't know, dawg (No, dawgs)
Do my b*tch dirty (Oh yeah)
Like a lone shark (Okay)

[Verse]
Half the n*ggas you know put cappin' in it
And the game is my son, I'm the daddy
I'm swattin' them f*ckin' finger rolls (No, no, no)
Hit up spiff for the give-and-go
Good before the sh*t hits the hole (Pause)
Buddy, I'm a great look
n*gga, it's the swamp, but most of young n*ggas weight push
Like they in the yard doggin'
Backwood on my lip, hoodie blacker than all my forefathers
You could catch me on an interlude or an interview lookin' bored
Awkward face, chopped and screwed, 'cause I hate the stench when a whore talkin'
It's the n*gga with quick wit that the kids in the hall doubted
Never had time for b*tches, too busy denyin' counselin'
Thorough n*ggas only ones worth it to ride out with
pus*y n*gga, get your blouse stitched
How's this for starters? (Lit)
Lit 'til the law get 'em
Call the pallbearers in
Watch 'em fall to the beat (Get 'em all at attention)
I ain't honorin' sh*t
But my mom in some colds and the obvious sh*t
And my dawgs in the beats and we cloggin' your row
Of your block or your street and your blog and your feed
I bet you wish you could hit the reef, b*tch