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ACE
Hip-Hop/Rap
ACE fue publicado el 5 de junio de 2026 por CODE!NE Records Ent. como parte del álbum ACE - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento5 de junio de 2026
SelloCODE!NE Records Ent.
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM59

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackson Oliver
Jackson Oliver
Rap
ENYX
ENYX
Rap
TyNotAgain
TyNotAgain
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Oliver
Jackson Oliver
Songwriter
Henri Anderson
Henri Anderson
Songwriter
Tyler D. Lewis
Tyler D. Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson Oliver
Jackson Oliver
Producer
TyNotAgain
TyNotAgain
Producer

Letras

Who the fuck is- (JACKOOO)
Ay, ay
Call me Jayson Tatum I'm fucking with ten's
I just got a check gon hop in the Benz
My clip accurate that shit like Big Ben
I've been overseas they calling me Ken
Carson bitch we fuck with the Narcan's
Raging so hard that we calling it arson
Your music is ass boy stop all that larping
We burning this beat like we sliding on carpet
I feel like Green Arrow I'm hitting the target
Caught me some stock I been up on the market
My engines are loud gotta rev when I park it
Rolling up J's my gang gonna spark it
Running these routes got the ball gotta Lockett
Bought me some Louis you know I'ma rock it
Bitch give me head she all in my cockpit
And no I ain't lil' but my baby got an outfit
She hearing my music she got it on replay
Got a new bitch and we fucked on her b-day
Runnin round her mind, shawty got me in a relay
21 Guns in the crib call it Green Day
Feeling like Offset, all of my ho's at the party
I'm getting a little tipsy, been sipping on Bacardi
If I ain't the best out, Juice WRLD it's a robbery
The crew with some girls and you know they get naughty
Call me Jayson Tatum I'm fucking with ten's
I just got a check gon hop in the Benz
My clip accurate that shit like Big Ben
I've been overseas they calling me Ken
Carson bitch we fuck with the Narcan's
Raging so hard that we calling it arson
Your music is ass boy stop all that larping
We burning this beat like we sliding on carpet
(Woo)
(Ty we making it with this shit)
(Ja- Ja- Ja-)
Uh, uh
Stick in my right hand ace in my left
Talking his talk til' I shoot him to death
Popping the melly it's making me rest
Water my wrist got the ice on my neck
Got a quarter milli' and it's making the check
He 10k up but I heard that's his best
Hit a 2x blinker got weight in my chest (huh, huh)
Sliding the ghost and I'm turning it right
Yeah I channel the rage and I turn it to likes
And he talking his shit but he can't even fight
If you can't even rap ion' need your advice
Got paparazzi on me flashing they lights
I'ma make it a bucket my jumper is nice
She giving me teeth and I told her don't bite
And I'm making it big just look at the size
I don't do nothing but sleeping and rapping and I don't care long as it's making me paper
And she said she not tryna fuck but that ho hit me up talking bout some "come see me later"
He flexing money I run up the acres it's two different levels I'm not a debater
She tryna break up but I'm in her mind fucking racing that bitch like I'm running the pacer (Ja- Ja- Ja-)
Squad came quick with an AR
Bitch been shooting, we lighting up your car
Lighting up blunts cause I don't fuck with cigars
The way I been fingering, she think I play guitar
Flying her round, now she wet, call her Sea World
All these rappers to me weights, all em' get curled
Virgin ass bitch wanna talk, you don't get girls
Easy Money Sniper, walk out in some Aunt Pearl's
Stop tryna make me cuff, you just gone ghost
Could I get you in free? Mother fucker I'm the host
Shawty stalking all my stories, leave a like on every post
Now she fucking up the club, always tryna do the most
Tryna control me bitch? Don't tell me what to do
All these ho's wanna suck me, so yes I'm leaving you
Stepping over mother fuckers, no Tryronn Lue
So much honey's on my body, I feel like Winnie-the-Pooh
Got a dot on your head, no Kung Fu Kenny
Was just eating up a Hana, I ain't talking no Beni
Already three shots deep, shout out homeboy Henni
I don't need nobody else, going solo like JENNIE
Split straight through the defense, cooked five, got an ace
Cutting up through traffic with my boy, who wanna race?
Spazzing out on the beat, verse done got me laced
All this ice, man I'm shining, from the glare I got no face
No face, had the mask on bitch no case
Shot the lights out, left no trace
Left the bank unscathed, they did no Chase, yeah
Written by: Henri Anderson, Jackson Oliver, Tyler D. Lewis
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