Video Facecard de Al Chapo 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al Chapo - Facecard Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Ah
BL
(Don't play with him)
Yeah
(Chapo)

[Chorus]
Yeah
Band havin' big-ass sticks on us, come get some
Don't talk 'bout lil' Glokk, my face card A1
Five shots too, let's fade like Michael Jackson
Empty the whole clip on the damn gang for practice
Big chopstick make niggas do backflips
Woe, pole me up, I'm tryna attack that
Finna pour him out, finna stab him
All the opps gettin' folded just like napkins
And they pussy, they don't want no static
I already hit it, nigga, you can have it
The F&N on me, that's plastic
More than a band when I walk in Saks Fifth
Can't spend what I got on me, my life lavish

[Verse]
I'm on the block with these bands, we havin' hella thirties in our pockets
That nigga cappin', he said that nigga did way morе than just joggin'
Capolow said, "Cut that boy neck," I'm like, "Copy"
And you good when all thе fuck niggas gone, ain't no "sorry"s
In that mob shit
I'm like 76 band witch
Huh, I fucked that bitch on accident
Huh, I'm fuckin' on a badass bitch
Uh, cut up his face, he need stitches
Uh, get that boy fit like a Dickie
Uh, that bitch wanna hang like a sticker
Yeah, it's all red tips in my pistol
I be mad, I be red, psych, I blitz cool
Billy bro whippin', know it's all bool
All the wolves with me, nigga, ready to shoot
Trappin' lavish, ridin' with Dracos in this coupe
With my Sprite, finna drop this deuce
How many? Buy some more, got two plus two
Pop at them boys and them boys so pussy
Gotta have stripes with a bag to be with us
All my bitches drop big bags and they can't handle us
I mean, you say he was totin' cray, but still got your hammer took
Boy dissed on the mob, all the wolves shot back right on Campbellton
[Chorus]
Yeah
Band havin' big-ass sticks on us, come get some
Don't talk 'bout lil' Glokk, my face card A1
Five shots too, let's fade like Michael Jackson
Empty the whole clip on the damn gang for practice
Big chopstick make niggas do backflips
Woe, pole me up, I'm tryna attack that
Finna pour him out, finna stab him
All the opps gettin' folded just like napkins
And they pussy, they don't want no static
I already hit it, nigga, you can have it
The F&N on me, that's plastic
More than a band when I walk in Saks Fifth
Can't spend what I got on me, my life lavish