Zaytoven - Frowny Face lyrics

[Hook] Homie just texted me Say my n***a flexed him Dummy brick-frowny face Rabbit food-frowny face Say he wanna face me Tell em "Come and skraighten me": SK-frowny face AK-frowny face [Verse 1] Some n***as tried to wet me up Shot up my truck in East Atlanta Want to set me up because I tricked this n***a in Savannah They put some money on my head, I had to move to Alabama Started poppin' with my cousin, mixing 'caine with Arm & Hammer Somebody blooded my face badly my last visit to the slammer But they put me in that hole because I beat him like a hammer The shooter shot my n***a Juice a couple times over by Gresham Wish I was there just to help him He pushed on, so I respect him Before the fortune and the fame Deep in the game, me and my gang Behind my rights to getting my record They tried to murk me for my chain Two tear drops under my eye because I wish some days I could cry But to lose my self-respect My n***a, I would rather die. Gucci! [Hook] [Verse 2] My former label didn't trick me They just did what was expected I was self-sufficient before I went independent selling records I know they're kick theyself in the a** I'm playing chess, they playing checkers And they know as well as I, I eat they whole roster for breakfast I'm a boldercrest professor, you should sign up this semester That made me laugh cause I'm the king I cut your head off like the jester I'm standing tall as Manute Bol and y'all n***as shorter then Buster I'm the dopeman, y'all the workers, so I feed y'all with the extras Like Drake, Trey Songz and Wayne I don't know if I want successful Successfully keeping my cool in situations highly stressful I'm Gucci, all about the zeros, comma, number and the decimal So if you looking for a visit to the morgue then I can help you [Hook] [Bridge] Sitting here on the corner pumping crack and marijuana You can try me if you wanna, but I promise you'll be a goner My rep just won't let you do that. I tote two straps, thought you knew that If you come between my crew's stacks (Bricksquad!), I'll lay you flat like a doormat. Gucci!