AceTrouble - 12 Gauge

Back on my big body Ace shit
Sak pasé, huh?
Click clack
Nigga betta get back
Or get strapped
Pump action wit a stock and a kick back
This competition is a mismatch
I get mad and get even
You get sad and call demons
I stomp your shit
If I see you reaching
Call the boys you will need it
Click clack
Nigga betta get back
Or get strapped
Pump action wit a stock and a kick back
This competition is a mismatch
I get mad and get even
You get sad and call demons
I stomp your shit
If I see you reaching
Call the boys you will need it
Go ahead call for assistance
My assistants will end your existence
I got time
I got a 9
When pussys try I slide a dick in
How fitting?
They call me ace and I'm a wild card
Masked up, when the sky is dark
You pull it out but you don't have the heart
I pull it out, like I can't park
Nemo lost, he'll need a bus
When marlin come out then it's time to bust
Your bitch sure lock(Sherlock)
Enter ur home like I found a clue
He trying to kill me, he need to make the news (noose)
Put money on your head til you turn blue
Get in the way of my green and blue (what you gonna do?)
I cyan (sigh and) shoot
This shit go beyond rap, bro
Like niggas got the game fucked up B
I'm deadass
Click clack
Nigga betta get back
Or get strapped
Pump action wit a stock and a kick back
This competition is a mismatch
I get mad and get even
You get sad and call demons
I stomp your shit
If I see you reaching
Call the boys you will need it
Click clack
Nigga betta get back
Or get strapped
Pump action wit a stock and a kick back
This competition is a mismatch
I get mad and get even
You get sad and call demons
I stomp your shit
If I see you reaching
Call the boys you will need it
Fuck is these niggas even talking bout
I'll up the stick, while
He up his clout
Ch ch, I'm ducking down
Shooting back til that click sound
A nigga hit me then I guess it's my time
But if I die then I wait for you to arrive
That's war shit
Them bloods surround that's gore shit
If I die they re up (diarrhea) that's more shit
I'm like Morpheus
Like I'm tryna one up shit bet morbid
Put a Timberland where his door is
Run up asking questions like I'm taking of tour of it
But wreck shit like I'm bored of it
Like I don't like the way this shit look
He don't like how it feel
Put his head on the book
Bitch I'm too real

Written by:
Alexander Bateman

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