Paroles
To that **** talking down on my name
Cuz I did him dirty he can charge it to the game
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Lilacedondada
To that **** talking down on my name
Cuz I did him dirty he can charge it to the game
He want smoke we can spark him like a flame
Lil ace a beast he off the leash he can't be tamed
Imma pull up on that rapping **** pull his chains off
If tweaking this .38 gone blow his brains out
Dissing on the social and I see he tryna gain clout
So imma fuck him over he can charge it to the game now
Swinging metal round this bitch something like a pendulum
Mortal combat moves cuz when I shoot it imma finish him
Booted off them zoobies I feel groovy I got energy
Bitch I'm off it feeling nauseous need some xannies just to calm it
Told that bitch pull up and bounce it for some ones
**** talking out his body promise I aint going for none
And I ain't with the games still not a player rip pun
Bullets in this choppa weigh a ton won't leave him stunned
But it might just cause a ripple effect
She see a **** got some cash won't the dick in her neck
I see you moving with aggression better leave it at that
Cuz if it's up I swear it up and it gone stay where it's at
Bitch C'mere
Knew I was a star hanging with squares this ain't spongebob
Switching clips quick out this bitch something like a montage
No he ain't no shooter moving stupid he get run down
I know I'm good even when I put that gun down
This action go past rapping ain't no capping I can wrap it up
**** ain't got talent they ain't spazzing what they rapping for
You been in the trap you good at math but this ain't adding up
You rapping bout a bag that you ain't got and that shit sad as fuck
Baggage that I carry getting heavy this shit stacking up
Came a long way from spinning blocks up in that maxima/
That boy think ace a pussy just a rapper who be acting tough
Bitch What C'mere
So why you hide from me then
What happened to that whip that you was tryna be in
Bitch I know that you ain't bout it you ain't gotta pretend
Got my shooters on the way to catch a body again
You up the score I take your life that shit seem like a fair trade to me
Enemies for no reason so I'm used to **** hating me
Bitch this ain't no game so why the fuck you tryna play with me
Pissed of at the world so when you talk watch what you say to me
To that **** talking down on my name
Cuz I did him dirty he can charge it to the game
He want smoke we can spark him like a flame
Lil ace a beast he off the leash he can't be tamed
Imma pull up on that rapping **** pull his chains off
If tweaking this .38 gone blow his brains out
Dissing on the social and I see he tryna gain clout
So imma fuck him over he can charge it to the game now
Written by: Algernon Curtis
