Ace Of Spades Lyrics

I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me

Bitch lyin', talkin' bout I love her, that's the old me

They say Daii is out here broke, then that's the old me

I got a scope on the AR, now that's the whole beam

When we slide, we don't take one of y'all, we want your whole team

I'm drunk a deuce before two, and ate four beans

One-thirty shots inside the Glock, he seen four beams

Aye, I really hit a trap when I was fourteen

Smooth with it baby, finessin', do not approach me

Transferred, I hit the Aces, troopin' in them halls (John A. Holmes High)

Remember when I tried to ball, now I just wanna ball

Remember trying to count them all, we shutting down the mall

I was slippin' on the set, and they just let me fall

Punching like I'm Wreck It Ralph, but this a brick of dog

A hundred blues I got them pressed, I'm trying to get em' off

A hundred blues spread in the bed, make sure you get em' all

I learned to trap, it went from anything to fentanyl

Hit the block, punch in at the clock, I hit like Tommy Hearns

Switch the Glock, my FN bullet's hot, like I ride with perms

Hawk em' down like I'm Aaron Pryor, hit his side burns (Aaron "The Hawk" Pryor)

Bust a U, hop out in broad day, Lil Baby "My Turn" (U Turn & Lil Baby's Album)

Let's get a check, this twice your raise, give me the right work

I gave my bitch a half a ten, she need a light perk

Tyrese, I'm bout to beat it down, but cut the light first (Baby Boy)

She say I stay with ghetto bitches, but her type worse

I hit rock bottom early age, but it might be worse

Everyone come around me go, so I might be cursed

He was a nigga, now he one on a white t-shirt (dead)

Misplaced my pills, next to my granny's, these might be perks

Never on the phone, I really hope you get the message (voicemail)

PLR, combat with a dick, and Smith and Wessons

Opp Poppa, go catch a opp, teach him a lesson

If it ain't got nothing to do with dineros, I ain't stressin

Crucified my Christians, should have corns, how I'm steppin

Watch that nigga Daii, he always stayin' with a weapon

Really in the field, goin' crazy, prime Beckham (Odell Beckham)

She said she love my Louboutins, said you should bless em' (Christian Louboutins)

Bang, bang, took a nigga forces, shoulda checked him (Nike Check)

I do it for Keith, yo nigga doin' it to flex it

If I take a L, then I'ma slide back in the Lexus

Pick up Dallas with that chainsaw, I'm a star like I'm from Texas (Dallas Cowboys & Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Bussin' cabbages, do what it do, collect the lettuce

Living like a demon, in my Religion's, I'm overzealous (True Religions)

If you my bitch, you got no friends, but I ain't jealous

She look at me, I fall in love, lil mama precious

Keith painting the sky, I'm in the clouds, slidin' down Venice

South Central baby, sippin' tea, the infant menace (Don't be a Menace to South Central..)

My bitch came back with a couple racks, I gave her tennis (tennis racks)

I need a Maid to pour my cup, it's been a Minute (Minute Maid)