D Why Faze Clan Lyrics
FaZe Clan by D-Why
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG like Space Jams
7 Deep in a Days Inn, K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Rap rame Ryan Gosling, she want to have my offspring
And I just want a couple minutes to chill and maybe pour me some coffee
Is that to much to ask for in the pass' door of the Rav 4 Passport
That's more like it
See me exit through the back door, 'cause out the front door we be starting riots
She go two ways like the Meadow-lands
That's what I call a devil dance
I'd fucking die for my home state
You can call me Devil Anse
Young Kevin Costner, I need some Oscars, they making offers, I'm wearing oxfords
I'm eating lobster, bitch I'm a mobster
I'm Frank Sinatra meets Silkk the Shocker
I make 'em say uh, Whodi what's up?
Na-na na-na, I'm still not done not giving fucks
D.F.Y. Is a masterpiece, Master D, I got the master key
I'm the letter Z, (What's that mean?) ain't nobody coming after me
It's D-to-the-Whizzy getting busy on the scene
Everybody know my name, everybody know I be
That motherfucking guy when I motherfucking ride
Tell your mom I say hi and your girl I say bye
Told y'all that I work smarter and I work harder 'bout to jump farther Felix Baumgartner
I don't even know where it started, but it ended with your daughter
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3 bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans
Keep it OG like Space Jams
Seven deep in a Days Inn
K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Me and my homies we riding and rolling and making this music and loving the moments
Ain't got no opponents, you got no appointment, you need to get going, and leave me alone and
I'll let you know if something opens up, they say, "D, man you're dope as fuck."
I say, Thanks man, but you're late as shit, you got here in time to see me blowing up
Okay hold up, roll up, I'm 'bout to get my dough up
Don't be sad I had to leave, be happy I even showed up
You know what?
Thanks, it's not often people show love
'Cause they're too busy being negative to ever fucking grow up
If life's a bitch I'm gone die alone, somewhere on a private island yo
I'll probably be styling and whiling' tho, Wile E. Coyo' meets G.I. Joe
What do they have in common?
I'm a comet, I vomit on 'em, I'm probably coming
Need two commas two llamas, no drama, a lake house for momma
And a bad bitch to treat me good when I'm feeling out
Those that hold you up are the ones that hold you down
And I'm telling you right now, that I'm the motherfucking man
And I probably feel that way because I motherfucking am
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Man I got my bars up, y'all still starting up, seeing y'all starstruck
They all drinking macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check
Was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect I'm what's up next
Your favorite rappers new favorite rapper, fuck your favorite rapper
Bitch I ain't no rapper, do I look I rapper?
I'm way too dapper
First I grab her then I have her
Then I smash her and then after
I don't kiss her I just tap her
Taxi cab her, add her to the list
I'm flipping and ripping this shit, never respecting no bitch
But shout out to my independent woman making a living taking of their kids
Big boy toys in my garage, got too many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands
El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all the ladies screaming call me, El Diablo Guapo
'Cause when nobody knew me, when nobody held me down, it was me and my fam
Picking money off the ground, what's lost is soon found, I'm a goon now
In a room know its a tomb now, let me cool down
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans
Keep it OG like Space Jams
7 Deep in a Days Inn
K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like FaZe Clan
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like FaZe Clan
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like FaZe Clan
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Fuck whoever hatin'
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG like Space Jams
7 Deep in a Days Inn, K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Rap rame Ryan Gosling, she want to have my offspring
And I just want a couple minutes to chill and maybe pour me some coffee
Is that to much to ask for in the pass' door of the Rav 4 Passport
That's more like it
See me exit through the back door, 'cause out the front door we be starting riots
She go two ways like the Meadow-lands
That's what I call a devil dance
I'd fucking die for my home state
You can call me Devil Anse
Young Kevin Costner, I need some Oscars, they making offers, I'm wearing oxfords
I'm eating lobster, bitch I'm a mobster
I'm Frank Sinatra meets Silkk the Shocker
I make 'em say uh, Whodi what's up?
Na-na na-na, I'm still not done not giving fucks
D.F.Y. Is a masterpiece, Master D, I got the master key
I'm the letter Z, (What's that mean?) ain't nobody coming after me
It's D-to-the-Whizzy getting busy on the scene
Everybody know my name, everybody know I be
That motherfucking guy when I motherfucking ride
Tell your mom I say hi and your girl I say bye
Told y'all that I work smarter and I work harder 'bout to jump farther Felix Baumgartner
I don't even know where it started, but it ended with your daughter
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3 bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans
Keep it OG like Space Jams
Seven deep in a Days Inn
K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Me and my homies we riding and rolling and making this music and loving the moments
Ain't got no opponents, you got no appointment, you need to get going, and leave me alone and
I'll let you know if something opens up, they say, "D, man you're dope as fuck."
I say, Thanks man, but you're late as shit, you got here in time to see me blowing up
Okay hold up, roll up, I'm 'bout to get my dough up
Don't be sad I had to leave, be happy I even showed up
You know what?
Thanks, it's not often people show love
'Cause they're too busy being negative to ever fucking grow up
If life's a bitch I'm gone die alone, somewhere on a private island yo
I'll probably be styling and whiling' tho, Wile E. Coyo' meets G.I. Joe
What do they have in common?
I'm a comet, I vomit on 'em, I'm probably coming
Need two commas two llamas, no drama, a lake house for momma
And a bad bitch to treat me good when I'm feeling out
Those that hold you up are the ones that hold you down
And I'm telling you right now, that I'm the motherfucking man
And I probably feel that way because I motherfucking am
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Man I got my bars up, y'all still starting up, seeing y'all starstruck
They all drinking macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check
Was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect I'm what's up next
Your favorite rappers new favorite rapper, fuck your favorite rapper
Bitch I ain't no rapper, do I look I rapper?
I'm way too dapper
First I grab her then I have her
Then I smash her and then after
I don't kiss her I just tap her
Taxi cab her, add her to the list
I'm flipping and ripping this shit, never respecting no bitch
But shout out to my independent woman making a living taking of their kids
Big boy toys in my garage, got too many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands
El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all the ladies screaming call me, El Diablo Guapo
'Cause when nobody knew me, when nobody held me down, it was me and my fam
Picking money off the ground, what's lost is soon found, I'm a goon now
In a room know its a tomb now, let me cool down
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso (Aye!)
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans
Keep it OG like Space Jams
7 Deep in a Days Inn
K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like FaZe Clan
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like FaZe Clan
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like FaZe Clan
Kill 'em like, kill 'em like (Aye!)
Fuck whoever hatin'