FaceTime Yung Bambi (Ft. Kamiyada+)

[Intro: Yung Bambi]
Yeah (8mc)
Whoa, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah
The midnight society

[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she candy flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist

[Verse 1: Yung Bambi]
And we smokin' on that gas
My niggas got it off a lick
I fucked yo' bitch right after class
Oh, damn, that booty was so thick
She drive a bimmer, black all matte and gave me top all in the whip
Just a question for her man, "Can you taste me on that kiss?"
No, no playin' 'round with my niggas, lil' nigga you'll get hit
Then we'll see yo' mama cryin' when they find you in the ditch
What you findin'? Boy you lyin'
No, don't speak on none that shit
Perfect timing, feel like flyin'
'Cause her face all in the brick
Pour a four in my Fanta
No, ho, you can't have no sip
Got that tab all on her tongue
Told shawty take me on a trip
Dressed all black just like a nun, but she throw up like she a Crip
My ice so bright just like the sun, just don't look up at the eclipse