Face to Face

[Intro]
(Yeah!)
Face to face
What?
Face to face
(Okay!)
[Verse 1]
Too drunk, two fists, two shots in
Eyes red, I’m laughin’, I’m locked in
Talk slick, you sleep in the street light
One word, my crew make your soul fly
Big step, I’m stompin’ on your whole block
Big mouth, I’ll turn it to a blood clot
You bark online, in person you quiet
I live what I say, you just type it
[Chorus]
Face to face, say it to my face
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
You ain’t built, better stay in your place
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
Face to face, I don’t talk, I swing
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
When we show, everybody go K.I.A.
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
[Verse 2]
Pulled up, blacked out, whole squad lurkin’
You froze, heart stoppin’, that fear workin’
Say “sorry”?
Too late, that tab runnin’
You shook, your boys gone, they all runnin’
Fifty rounds of trouble in the backpack
One call, they circle where you rest at
You chose that smoke, now choke on it
You joked all week, now choke on it
[Chorus]
Face to face, say it to my face
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
You ain’t built, better stay in your place
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
Face to face, I don’t talk, I swing
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit
When we show, everybody go K.I.A.
Fuck you
Eat a dick
Run that shit

rap, Aggressive festival trap-rap banger: male vocals yelling over distorted 808s, metallic stabs, and huge build-ups that drop into snarling bass growls. Verses ride a sparse, menacing groove; hook explodes with call-and-response chants, gang shouts, and crowd-hyping ad-libs. Clipped vocal chops and riser sweeps for tension, sub-heavy mix aimed at massive sound systems., hip hop