This nigga here keep him a bad bitch This nigga here keep a customized whip This nigga here keep a hundred round clip (Ace Hood) This nigga here? Keep
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch This nigga here keep a customized whip This nigga here keep a hundred round clip [Ace Hood:] This nigga here...
it opposite legit Me and my nigga Kon so addicted to the chips He going to let you know the script [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ace Hood] And whatever it takes Ace Hood
DJ Khaled, we the best season has returned (Cause I'm out here grindin') I do this for the streets, the runners (Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't
tell niggas something, I'm so glad you alive Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga strive Divne intervention this is I heard a voice nigga, listen to this
[singer]- take your time young thug. Verse one Pyt, poor young thug, ? To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town Lookin' for this bitch to fuck
this, no more hustling backwards Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit I'm your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick You'd never, said to a nigga
'all niggas, I told all you niggas. You niggas couldn't fade me nigga last album, the album before that one. Ol' New Jack ass niggas. All you muthafuckas this
about ya nigga I'm just livin' me We the reason for the season so I'm breezin' through the track Nigga Shady Cashis I can prove I'm here to do something
and Khaled on the wood nigga You understand? Shining like I know we should Birdman, YMCMB, you know we good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood in this
hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach Together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit Get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga
I, chase this paper You ain't got to wait for me to bring it back home to you Because I ride, or die, girl we going to be good [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Baby
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times
, oh, oh All the above Oh, oh, oh Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here Curbside by Atlanta, I got a mill' out there Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here
here This year, snatched loot everywhere Next year, takin' what we left here A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because Berakin' day, off this shit here This