On 'Em

(Aye Sirski)

Damn Lil Ace, how you switch it up again on 'em?
Lil nigga too rich, stack the racks just to sit on 'em
Yea I always stood out, I was never good with fitting in
Everything I accomplished, I done went back and did again
Put a mil' on the plate, everybody started diggin' in
Shoot the stick at your face, sound like the choppa whistling
Stomp his head on the curb, ion think the nigga listening
Ian stepping the car, that's why all the bitches getting in

Dropping all these songs back to back, like i'm 10 for 10
You would think I sell Crack, the way all these niggas tuning in
They can't do what I don' done, I would love to see it done again
Breaking in your house, that's why everybody running in
Yea i'm fucking on your spouse, you ain't the only one that's cumming in
Stand outside the club, shoot the gun, now i'm coming in
Nigga break a dub, you a thug? Forever locking in
Now a nigga up, member' a nigga wasn't popping then
Wait (Huh), wait (Huh), nigga talking broke like I can't even comprehend
My nigga in the streets, how the fuck you get shot again?
Came up from nothing, like a nigga just poppin' up
Made a mil' in a year, like a nigga found a pot of luck
Put my heart on the track, my emotions be bottled up
Yea them niggas ain't got motion, ain't nobody really stopping us (Go)

Damn Lil Ace, how you switch it up again on 'em?
Lil nigga too rich, stack the racks just to sit on 'em
Yea I always stood out, I was never good with fitting in
Everything I accomplished, I done went back and did again (Hit 'em with that Cobra)
Put a mil' on the plate, everybody started diggin' in
Shoot the stick at your face, sound like the choppa whistling
Stomp his head on the curb, ion think the nigga listening (Aye Sirski)
Ian stepping the car, that's why all the bitches getting in

Damn Lil Ace, how you switch it up again on 'em?
Lil nigga too rich, stack the racks just to sit on 'em
Yea I always stood out, I was never good with fitting in
Everything I accomplished, I done went back and did again
Put a mil' on the plate, everybody started diggin' in
Shoot the stick at your face, sound like the choppa whistling
Stomp his head on the curb, ion think the nigga listening
Ian stepping the car, that's why all the bitches getting in



Credits
Writer(s): Terrell Coates
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