Hard Ace (feat. AK & Daour)
Popping on it
Hopping on it
Flopping on em
Dropping on em
Them bitches know I running on the track
All of the people bout to sing it back
My shit was never
That's a motherfucking fact
On the go
Bout to throw
All these bars
On the flow
Now you know
What you know
Chopping chopping with this hard ace
37 Glock to your motherfucking face
My rhymes are coming from the outer space
I will keep my first prize
Cause my record is on the rise
And I am eating French fries
All my burgers are upsized
I just never memorize
I just spit and socialize
I don't need to exercise
Trust me I ain't telling lies
Place it in between her Thighs
Killing the game
On my way to the fame
Shining bright like a flame
Heating tight u can never call me lame
Keep it tight
Fuck you bitch yeah i might
Murder them rivals on sight
Super hot in my first class flight
Nah nah dis ma private jet and that's what's right
Keep it going till I show you the light
Ace chopper yeah I win every fight
Mic drop no i am keep it going (Alright)
No lag yeah this is what i am showing
Bitches talking saying against em I'll get ruined
They don't know ma beef talk is fucking fluent
Good to know I am the goat of this shit
On the flow i'll cut a throat to this shit
Let me just switch it up a little bit
No one is ready for what i am bout to hit
Yeah I am pacey i am too fucking fast
Yeah i am Acey i am bout to drop a fucking blast
My lyrical talent is too fucking vast
My competition really died in the past (Okay)
Hard ace hard core
Real shit best gore
Left your bitch on the floor
I hit it from the back door
Nothing left to explore
She was nothing but a whore
Sorry i left her pussy sore
Drop some racks in the store
Ace chopper dis ma track dis ma story
Got the heat in the bag yeah i own this is my category
Making profits cause i'm in ma Territory
Other rappers can be nothing but observatory
She said love me
She said fuck me
I ain't bugging
I am just thuggin'
On the beat
On the seat
Yeah my bars are elite
And my cars in the street
Balenciaga on my feet
I don't mumble
I just rumble
I cannot crumble
I am neat
2 bitches hopping on my bed sheets
I am keep it brief
If y'all rappers want some beef
Give me a call i am the chief
I am leave y'all in grief
And a bit of disbelief
There is nothing i can't achieve
Rocking the rap genre
They call me the rap monster
The game's finest youngster
Got a rollie on my wrist
The kind of shit you can't resist
Let me call it verse 5
I am alive
I am alive
No one will survive
Pick a side
Y'all can't hide
Join my ride
Never settle don't divide
Side by side
Can't go wide
I'm keep my pride
Just let me be what i wanna be
I can never flee
Let me spill the tea
Dedication is the key
Dis ma destiny (Yeah)
Rarri on the lane cause a Nigga going Fast
I be switching lanes even if I'm gonna crash
Ride for my Niggas on the Ops I'm splash
I'm hit a lick then I go and do the dash
Rarri on the lane cause a Nigga going Fast
I be switching lanes even if I'm gonna crash
Ride for my Niggas on the Ops I'm splash
I'm hit a lick then I go and do the dash
Cash splash all up on my fucking wrist
Ten bad Bitches bout to flip the switch (Woah)
Got some foreign hoes on my dick
We taking all the bars like we sick (Nigga woah)
I pull up then shoot shoot
I ride in that new coupe
I skrrt to your new boo
I smoke gas like Voodoo
I'm hooked up like Bluetooth
Riding through the city I be fucked up got no roof (Yeah)
Hopping on it
Flopping on em
Dropping on em
Them bitches know I running on the track
All of the people bout to sing it back
My shit was never
That's a motherfucking fact
On the go
Bout to throw
All these bars
On the flow
Now you know
What you know
Chopping chopping with this hard ace
37 Glock to your motherfucking face
My rhymes are coming from the outer space
I will keep my first prize
Cause my record is on the rise
And I am eating French fries
All my burgers are upsized
I just never memorize
I just spit and socialize
I don't need to exercise
Trust me I ain't telling lies
Place it in between her Thighs
Killing the game
On my way to the fame
Shining bright like a flame
Heating tight u can never call me lame
Keep it tight
Fuck you bitch yeah i might
Murder them rivals on sight
Super hot in my first class flight
Nah nah dis ma private jet and that's what's right
Keep it going till I show you the light
Ace chopper yeah I win every fight
Mic drop no i am keep it going (Alright)
No lag yeah this is what i am showing
Bitches talking saying against em I'll get ruined
They don't know ma beef talk is fucking fluent
Good to know I am the goat of this shit
On the flow i'll cut a throat to this shit
Let me just switch it up a little bit
No one is ready for what i am bout to hit
Yeah I am pacey i am too fucking fast
Yeah i am Acey i am bout to drop a fucking blast
My lyrical talent is too fucking vast
My competition really died in the past (Okay)
Hard ace hard core
Real shit best gore
Left your bitch on the floor
I hit it from the back door
Nothing left to explore
She was nothing but a whore
Sorry i left her pussy sore
Drop some racks in the store
Ace chopper dis ma track dis ma story
Got the heat in the bag yeah i own this is my category
Making profits cause i'm in ma Territory
Other rappers can be nothing but observatory
She said love me
She said fuck me
I ain't bugging
I am just thuggin'
On the beat
On the seat
Yeah my bars are elite
And my cars in the street
Balenciaga on my feet
I don't mumble
I just rumble
I cannot crumble
I am neat
2 bitches hopping on my bed sheets
I am keep it brief
If y'all rappers want some beef
Give me a call i am the chief
I am leave y'all in grief
And a bit of disbelief
There is nothing i can't achieve
Rocking the rap genre
They call me the rap monster
The game's finest youngster
Got a rollie on my wrist
The kind of shit you can't resist
Let me call it verse 5
I am alive
I am alive
No one will survive
Pick a side
Y'all can't hide
Join my ride
Never settle don't divide
Side by side
Can't go wide
I'm keep my pride
Just let me be what i wanna be
I can never flee
Let me spill the tea
Dedication is the key
Dis ma destiny (Yeah)
Rarri on the lane cause a Nigga going Fast
I be switching lanes even if I'm gonna crash
Ride for my Niggas on the Ops I'm splash
I'm hit a lick then I go and do the dash
Rarri on the lane cause a Nigga going Fast
I be switching lanes even if I'm gonna crash
Ride for my Niggas on the Ops I'm splash
I'm hit a lick then I go and do the dash
Cash splash all up on my fucking wrist
Ten bad Bitches bout to flip the switch (Woah)
Got some foreign hoes on my dick
We taking all the bars like we sick (Nigga woah)
I pull up then shoot shoot
I ride in that new coupe
I skrrt to your new boo
I smoke gas like Voodoo
I'm hooked up like Bluetooth
Riding through the city I be fucked up got no roof (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Amro Ahmed, Painkid Painkid, Aly Bayomy, Mahmoud Eldaour, Ibrahim Mahmoud
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