Ace Of Spades

I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me Bitch lyin', talkin' bout I love her, that's the old me They say Daii is out here broke, then that's the old me I got a scope on the AR, now that's the whole beam When we slide, we don't take one of y'all, we want your whole team I'm drunk a deuce before two, and ate four beans One-thirty shots inside the Glock, he seen four beams Aye, I really hit a trap when I was fourteen Smooth with it baby, finessin', do not approach me Transferred, I hit the Aces, troopin' in them halls (John A. Holmes High) Remember when I tried to ball, now I just wanna ball Remember trying to count them all, we shutting down the mall I was slippin' on the set, and they just let me fall Punching like I'm Wreck It Ralph, but this a brick of dog A hundred blues I got them pressed, I'm trying to get em' off A hundred blues spread in the bed, make sure you get em' all I learned to trap, it went from anything to fentanyl Hit the block, punch in at the clock, I hit like Tommy Hearns Switch the Glock, my FN bullet's hot, like I ride with perms Hawk em' down like I'm Aaron Pryor, hit his side burns (Aaron "The Hawk" Pryor) Bust a U, hop out in broad day, Lil Baby "My Turn" (U Turn & Lil Baby's Album) Let's get a check, this twice your raise, give me the right work I gave my bitch a half a ten, she need a light perk Tyrese, I'm bout to beat it down, but cut the light first (Baby Boy) She say I stay with ghetto bitches, but her type worse I hit rock bottom early age, but it might be worse Everyone come around me go, so I might be cursed He was a nigga, now he one on a white t-shirt (dead) Misplaced my pills, next to my granny's, these might be perks Never on the phone, I really hope you get the message (voicemail) PLR, combat with a dick, and Smith and Wessons Opp Poppa, go catch a opp, teach him a lesson If it ain't got nothing to do with dineros, I ain't stressin Crucified my Christians, should have corns, how I'm steppin Watch that nigga Daii, he always stayin' with a weapon Really in the field, goin' crazy, prime Beckham (Odell Beckham) She said she love my Louboutins, said you should bless em' (Christian Louboutins) Bang, bang, took a nigga forces, shoulda checked him (Nike Check) I do it for Keith, yo nigga doin' it to flex it If I take a L, then I'ma slide back in the Lexus Pick up Dallas with that chainsaw, I'm a star like I'm from Texas (Dallas Cowboys & Texas Chainsaw Massacre) Bussin' cabbages, do what it do, collect the lettuce Living like a demon, in my Religion's, I'm overzealous (True Religions) If you my bitch, you got no friends, but I ain't jealous She look at me, I fall in love, lil mama precious Keith painting the sky, I'm in the clouds, slidin' down Venice South Central baby, sippin' tea, the infant menace (Don't be a Menace to South Central..) My bitch came back with a couple racks, I gave her tennis (tennis racks) I need a Maid to pour my cup, it's been a Minute (Minute Maid)