Ace Boogie Lyrics

Yeah, Adeezy

Pocket full of money bitch I'm up there

Rims so muthafucking tall bitch I'm upstairs

Keep your feelings to yourself bitch who the fuck cares

I keep a small circle I ain't fucking with you dumb squares

Say that I'm back it but I'm a stack addict

Bitch I'm back snapping

Time to hit the lab bitch I'm back rapping

These muthafuckas pussies dawg they be bleeding here's a napkin

Talking all shit don't get popped like a aspirin

Pistol in my grey hoodie bitch I'm Ace boogie

I'm a straight bully

What I'm smoking on? straight cookies

These boys talking out they necks they straight pussies

Handing out hundreds to the kids like I'm a bookie

Pushing pistols around this muthafucka don't get pushy

Keep it cordial around this bitch dawg don't you push me

Give a fuck What you say just keep your hands to yourself

Never put my bussnies out I keep my plans to myself

I can give a fuck now Bitch I'm up now

Bout to cop buss down First class flight can't wait to touchdown

Issa a shutdown

On everything I fucking touch now

I swear to god that I'm done with these fucking run downs

Take your funny ass back to fun town

Bitch I feel like waka flocka cause I love dem gun sounds

Talking drum rounds

Loading up them pallets running trips to uptown

If you really not my brother you can get the fuck from round

Rip Ace Sipping on this Ace

Cleaner than a judge never caught a case

Bitch I run my own race

Got my safe running out of space rosé by the case

Hustle up your cake get this shit popping in your own way

Yeah I'm on my own hey 100 bands the long way

Lemon cherry strong haze bitch I set my own plays

Fuck what you say I keep my bands to myself

The racks thicker than a bitch they look like books on a shelf

I said fuck everybody I'ma do this shit myself

Two g's around my waist I ain't talking about no belt

Keep a heater on me just in case I need to melt

How to be a rat is some shit I never felt

If you my brother know I got you don't stress you got my help

Play your cards right figure it out what with what you're dealt

I ain't worried about the fuck shit

I'm worried about my wealth

I ain't worried about the dumb shit

I'm worried about my myself

I can give a fuck now bitch I'm up now

Bout to cop buss down first class flight can't wait to touchdown

Issa a shutdown on everything I fucking touch now

I swear to god that I'm done with these fucking run downs

Take your funny ass back to fun town

Bitch I feel like waka flocka cause I love dem gun sounds

Talking drum rounds

Fuck what you say just keep your hands to yourself

Never put my business out I keep my plans to myself

ADeezy