Pace Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

DDT on the track bitch

Tell that DJ cut that beat up

Yeah

Treat these bitches like some friends

I can't take that bitch out

Heard that lil boy talkin' shit

That nigga better watch his mouth

She gone pull up with no panties on

She know what I'm about

I can't ever trust no bitch

Cause I know she gone run her mouth

Can't leave the crib without a strap

When you raised up in the south

I was raised up by an OG nigga

Always got it out

Now they call me Dee Da Tree

Cause I get some tree out

Hit yo bitch in the backyard

In tha treehouse

Seen some niggas turnin' fraud

Now I know what it's about

They be hatin', they was mad

They just can't count this amount

Havin' bags, countin' cash

Ima get this lil tree out

If she bad, I might bag

Ima blow that bitch back out

Ran it up

I can't have no nigga jukin' my shit up

Turn me up

Like I'm Kyrie nigga ion give no fucks

Might cop a truck

Bentley truck on niggas, Raising that shit up

Throw it up

I got money now, I used to be broke

Uh, Uh, Uh

Let's go

Blowing this gas up to space

These niggas can't keep up the pace

I can run up a k in a day

I ain't play games, this ain't 2k

I drop to my knees and I pray

I've been hunting the money like prey

Yeah

These hundreds they blue in the face

When I hit a play, I say horray

These bitches be beggin' to stay

Got a pretty bitch just like a K

Got a pretty bitch with a big butt

I'm a king like King Tut

Might bust a hoe like a nut

I'm a dog nigga, I'm a mutt

Just checked the time nigga

Think its time to slow this shit down

Just checked the time nigga

Think it's time to grind some shit up

I think it's time nigga

Time for me to start some shit up

These niggas been hatin' on me

I ain't never give no fucks

I got a bag on me now

You can say all you want

I got a bad bitch now

You can talk all you want

I got a FN with me too

We can shoot if you want

Bussin' clips

It don't matter cause it ain't nowhere to run

I find it crazy niggas turnin' hard

Soon they buy a gun

I've been lookin' for all my opps

But niggas stay on the run

I find it crazy how they dodgin' 12

But not on the run

I get the money nigga count it up

It is a lump sum

Bitch I ain't yo last nigga

Cause I'm far from a bum

Bitch I ain't yo last nigga

I got keys and tote drums

Bitch I ain't yo last nigga

I got loud, I got bags

These niggas been hatin' on The Tree

Bad

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

DJ, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

Fine hoes in the front

Gone head turn that bitch up

Skinny hoes in the back

Gone head turn that bitch up

If you know yo ass fat

Gone head turn that bitch up

Bend it over, Break yo back

Hoe go turn that bitch up

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

DJ, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Turn that bitch up

Uh, Uh, Uh

Blowing this gas up to space

These niggas can't keep up the pace

I can run up a k in a day

I ain't play games, this ain't 2k

I drop to my knees and I pray

I've been hunting the money like prey

Yeah

Uh, Uh, Uh

Blowing this gas up to space

These niggas can't keep up the pace

I can run up a k in a day

I ain't play games, this ain't 2k

I drop to my knees and I pray

I've been hunting the money like prey

Yeah