Ace

Smoking on gas and y'all smoking on piss
Nigga run up he get left in a ditch
Caught that boy slipping yo homie a bitch
Shoutout to Glokky they copy my flow
Im in the M shoutout Jay Flow
Nigga pull up he cant get in the door
Up1 shit cant fuck with no hoe
Mama told me Ceezy you gone blow
Nigga want smoke with the gang we gone blow
Brother get the pounds gone for the low
Nigga don't want no smoke we know
Bitch nigga talking that shit now he gone
Shoot at his body his legs his dome
Im with Lil Jay and we out in LA
Nigga run up put the cold to his face
Ballin on niggas I feel like i'm Trae
Catch him where he stay he having bad day
Going back to back i'm feeling like drake
Shoutout to Lonely i'm having my way
Fuck the laws I don't fuck with no Jake
Fucking your hoe now she want me to stay
Fuck your homie know i'll shoot him broad day
Nigga push up put the lead to his face
Lame ass nigga talking shit on the net
Me and DJ we in Brooklynn like nets
We taking off and going up like a jet

CJ my brother my twin my gang my ace
I got that shit on from my head to my lace
Speeding shit up know i'm changing my pace
Aint got no comp this shit not a race
Nigga fuck that vest imma spray at ya face
Kick in yo trap and i'm wetting the place
All black fit not leaving a trace
Shoutout to blitz cause i'm finna blitz
Subliminal nigga too pussy to diss
Show up with one leaving with a new bitch
Show up in one leaving in a new whip
Im finna dip
On that codeine and sprite niggas know what i'm sipping
CJ told me to slow down nigga said I been tripping
He said that I'm tripping Im chasing a bag
Caught too many flights I said fuck a jet lag
You know we been paid since Adam got the shag
Boy you is a bitch you Dudley and i'm Shaq
If you try to snake nigga get the fuck back
Get pushed back with this Muffuckin Mac
I am the Mac
I am the Rookie of the Year
These niggas cannot come near
When DJ show up all the bitches gone cheer
That shit sound like music to my fucking ear
Up1 the gang we going to the top
We slide on yo team like muffuckin spec op
Yo bitch in the trap and she giving top
Yo bitch is a eater she fuck with my team
Sipping Cosmo and Wanda the purple and green
Nigga yo shit fake yo neck turning green
I just cant believe i'm living out my dreams
Turn that shit to reality now inna high rise take flicks on the balcony
We almost hit a tree CJ skirt off the Camaro no bumble bee
Next Up everyone gone see we gone make it to the top thats a gauruntee
Aint never had snitch in me shoutout to Gunna the whole gang be Pushing P
CJ my brother my twin my gang my ace
Got that shit on from my head to my lace
Aint come in no last always first in the race



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Writer(s): Demetrius Rowland Jr
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