OneShotAce - 100K

Least a hundred K what the whip cost, I done finally made a way, now I drip sauce
She ain't fucking with you lames cause I'm big dog
She been waiting all day, now she pissed off
If it ain't bout a bag I don't respond
I done ran up a bag out a Nissan
I know they wan hold me back, gotta keep going
Got like fifty in this mag, ain't no reloading

While they sitting on they ass we gone take off
Heard them niggas on my back, what they waiting for
Fifty shots out this mag knock his Face Off
Put yo mans in this gas, bitch I'm Adolf
I Been filling my schedule up, we on the road
You could schedule us, your bitch be loaning the the head to us good with the brain
Niggas be talking like shooter, unless your ass shooting to kill, it ain't the same
I might be in Gucci or Prada, the Fendi or 'iaga's Dior, the Xander McQueen
I might pull up AMG wheeling or could be McLaren, or hop out a Bentley Mulsanne
They'll do you bad how these streets go, thinking that your man, but he Ri-co(Rico)
Clip full of bricks for a Dee-bo, niggas see your life a movie, want the lead role

Least a hundred K what the whip cost, I done finally made a way, now I drip sauce
She ain't fucking with you lames cause I'm big dog
She been waiting all day, now she pissed off
If it ain't bout a bag I don't respond
I done ran up a bag out a Nissan
I know they wan hold me back, gotta keep going
Got like fifty in this mag, ain't no reloading

Tryna jump out the Wraith, niggas trying to fuck up the pace
Head shot, bone jump out his face
Play with somebody safe, fuck around turn you to a target
I don't know where it started, but regardless they ain't fucking with the Ace
Heard you got snatched by them peoples, same day they released you
Now bro got a fight a new case
Federals raided the crib, seen the whips at the spot said they both worth at least 100k
I swear this shit getting risky, I hope they just think I be rapping about shit that I say
Thought it was love, guess it changed
Really ain't shit to explain
Lotta shit is different now I gotta watch the back door
Hoping Imma lose, I see why they always mad for
Told the bitch I'm greedy, so she pulled up with a friend
I pull up like a big dog no matter what I'm in

Least a hundred K what the whip cost, I done finally made a way, now I drip sauce
She ain't fucking with you lames cause I'm big dog
She been waiting all day, now she pissed off
If it ain't bout a bag I don't respond
I done ran up a bag out a Nissan
I know they wan hold me back, gotta keep going
Got like fifty in this mag, ain't no reloading

Written by:
Aaron Hinnant Kelsey, Paris Nunn

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