These niggas aint shit, baby, we are
And you might catch me with a hundred xans, tar
And Im high as fuck, plus Im shining, star
Baby, we are, baby, we are
Im a coach, I keep a red flag
2012 cat, Big copped the red Jag
And I be in the coochie with Lil Mikey and Big Smash
And I promise you cant stare at my jewelry, its like a flash
You square like a graduation cap
And I guess Im on a Six Flags ride, cause Im strapped
And the house is very large, you can spot it on the map
And the racks so very big, so we keep em in the knap-
Sack, I am not wack
Please bring it back like I sent you to go get it
But dont come quickly like I sent you round the city
And if a nigga play he get beats, Nitti
Ugh
And Ive been thinking about a whole lot of money
Which is the opposite of what you thinking, which is a whole lot of nothing
And yall niggas doing a whole lot of fronting
But when Im gunning, man, you know I do a whole lot of bunning
These niggas aint shit, baby, we are
And you might catch me with a hundred xans, tar
And Im high as fuck, plus Im shining, star
Baby, we are, baby, we are
Im so better than yall, I mean all of yall
Jump up and knock your ass over like a volleyball
Or Ill knock your ass down like a bowling pin
And this is Ace of Spades, thats a bowling pin
Boy, we came to win, and yall beginning
I left the club, they still swimming, you and your women
And yall still written, we steady buying, bitch
And I bought a hundred watches, cant waste my time, bitch
Girl, you aint a dime, bitch
You cant get a dime, bitch
Get off of my line, bitch
But itd be a crime, bitch
Yup, I will have your mommy crying, bitch
And she be acting like a fan, so I hit her with an iron, bitch
And Ive been rapping a whole lot of dummies
No friends selling, but Ive been serving a whole lot of dummies
You can call me fan, cause Im blowing a whole lot of money
And your jewelry is cheesy, you got on a whole lot of sunny
These niggas aint shit, baby, we are
And you might catch me with a hundred xans, tar
And Im high as fuck, plus Im shining, star
Baby, we are, baby, we are
I might be crazy, kick the front door in and fuck your old lady
Kidnap your baby
Bitch, where them racks at?
By the way shouts out to Rackset
Private jet
I ball hard, and I ball smart
Which means I flood the club, lifeguard
You gon need a lifeguard, cause Im at your throat, ho
And you need an extra band, cant rob me solo
Im smoking indo, I will leave you outdoors
With the dogs, bye, bye, yall
I shot him up and watched him shrink and run, microcrawl
Then I picked him up and chopped him up, hello, hogs
These niggas aint shit, baby, we are
And you might catch me with a hundred xans, tar
And Im high as fuck, plus Im shining, star
Baby, we are, baby, we are