FACES by Kuzco, Boyboujee, King Cult Lyrics
[Chorus: King Cult]
I see all these faces they change
I count all the face on my hand
I know I got no one to blame
Clique they be turnin to friends
Rats they be harder to tame
Copy my drip you get drained
Hidin’ my keys to the whip
These bitches might go take your lane
They say that they brothers 4L
I baited some cheese then they fell
So I swim on her bitch Michael Phelps
She said not to hard she might swell
I said do not fuck with the king
He take on your drip then you sink
Later you know
He take on your rocks
He take in your dope
It’s startin to fog
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
[Verse 1: Kuzco]
My jeans
My beans
Mike deans
All of these
Sight go, crazy
Psyche—delic
Faces, melting
Two faces, she gorgeous
My pendant, she famous
Kendall, she noticed
She has all access, but she still want to do lines
The feeling is righteous, the only money is time
The faces be changing, nobody holding me down
My faces be changing, turning my 0s and my 9s
Dark minded, high waisted top
Bitch simmer down the cop be lurking from the shop
Underground seeing from the sound of human being
Red and blue microphone seeing
Caller ID
Call her ID
Seeing UV
Seeing UV
I’m — seeing — UV
[Chorus: King Cult]
I see all these faces they change
I count all the face on my hand
I know I got no one to blame
Clique they be turnin to friends
Rats they be harder to tame
Copy my drip you get drained
Hidin’ my keys to the whip
These bitches might go take your lane
They say that they brothers 4L
I baited some cheese then they fell
So I swim on her bitch Michael Phelps
She said not to hard she might swell
I said do not fuck with the king
He take on your drip then you sink
Later you know
He take on your rocks
He take in your dope
It’s startin to fog
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
[Verse 2: Kuzco]
Traumas, I can’t trust no words
Dramas, shoot it in reverse
Someone’s hanging in my turf
Someones looking at my—
Dont hang in my turf
I’ve been looking for a way out
Way out, way out, way out
Don’t mix up my cup
I’ve been looking for a way out
Way out
I see all these faces they change
I count all the face on my hand
I know I got no one to blame
Clique they be turnin to friends
Rats they be harder to tame
Copy my drip you get drained
Hidin’ my keys to the whip
These bitches might go take your lane
They say that they brothers 4L
I baited some cheese then they fell
So I swim on her bitch Michael Phelps
She said not to hard she might swell
I said do not fuck with the king
He take on your drip then you sink
Later you know
He take on your rocks
He take in your dope
It’s startin to fog
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
[Verse 1: Kuzco]
My jeans
My beans
Mike deans
All of these
Sight go, crazy
Psyche—delic
Faces, melting
Two faces, she gorgeous
My pendant, she famous
Kendall, she noticed
She has all access, but she still want to do lines
The feeling is righteous, the only money is time
The faces be changing, nobody holding me down
My faces be changing, turning my 0s and my 9s
Dark minded, high waisted top
Bitch simmer down the cop be lurking from the shop
Underground seeing from the sound of human being
Red and blue microphone seeing
Caller ID
Call her ID
Seeing UV
Seeing UV
I’m — seeing — UV
[Chorus: King Cult]
I see all these faces they change
I count all the face on my hand
I know I got no one to blame
Clique they be turnin to friends
Rats they be harder to tame
Copy my drip you get drained
Hidin’ my keys to the whip
These bitches might go take your lane
They say that they brothers 4L
I baited some cheese then they fell
So I swim on her bitch Michael Phelps
She said not to hard she might swell
I said do not fuck with the king
He take on your drip then you sink
Later you know
He take on your rocks
He take in your dope
It’s startin to fog
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
Fog, Fog
Fall, Faces
For face
What’s your call
[Verse 2: Kuzco]
Traumas, I can’t trust no words
Dramas, shoot it in reverse
Someone’s hanging in my turf
Someones looking at my—
Dont hang in my turf
I’ve been looking for a way out
Way out, way out, way out
Don’t mix up my cup
I’ve been looking for a way out
Way out