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Yungeen Ace
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keyanta Bullard
Songwriter:in
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Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, they gon' wait for some shit, know what I'm sayin'?
This that
Ayy, unlock that lil' old shit, know what I'm sayin'?
Hold on, watch this
One, I'ma keep this shit gangsta, body for body
These **** know I ain't the one (they know I ain't the one)
Two (two), fuck the rap shit, I'ma do 'em on sight (fuck)
**** know I'ma shoot my gun (boom)
Three, standin' on business, I kill a **** dead
I ain't never been the type to run (I ain't never been the type)
Fuck **** play, then fuck **** lay
And I put that shit on the-, frr
Gang (gang, ****)
I run shit down
Man, you **** is not the-, frr (uh-uh) (same)
On the back of the bitch is a switch
When it spit go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
Checkout slide (vroom, skrrt)
You would think it was a game when I caught that body
The way I was smilin' (way I was smilin')
The way he was hollerin' (boom, baow)
You **** be hidin', these **** be bitch
From the way that I come
I don't post on no 'net with a stolen gun (stolen)
**** Cho a bitch, I'ma show him some' (show him some')
With a Glock .22, I stood in the paint with four ****
I knew he was dead when that floor hit him (baow)
I ain't never been a bitch, I'm a cold killer
Hardbody lil' ****, I fold ****
7.62, this bitch, it was new
But, the bitch already got dirty (got dirty)
Put him on the news with dirt on my side
You already know this jit right here a murderer (grr, grr)
No face, red tape (red tape)
I'ma jump in the splat, I'ma get away (I'ma get away)
Stood over that boy with a dirty K (boom)
I'm way out in Houston in a white Wraith (white Wraith)
Yeah (yeah)
Okay, y'all is a victim (yeah)
I made plenty **** victim (on gang)
Fuck that, hold on (wait, Ace)
I done made lot of **** dead (boom)
I done seen a lot of **** red (swear)
I done bust a lot of **** heads (heads)
I done made a lot of **** scared
If Teki was alive, he be takin' some meds (takin' some meds)
Where's your money?
Broke ****, bitch, can't tell me nothin' (can't tell me nothin')
I was out of my way in the streets
Fuck ****, you was beggin', you was tellin' 'em to front you some
One, I'ma keep this shit gangsta, body for body
These **** know I ain't the one (they know I ain't the one)
Two (two), fuck the rap shit, I'ma do 'em on sight (fuck)
**** know I'ma shoot my gun (boom)
Three, standin' on business, I kill a **** dead
I ain't never been the type to run (I ain't never been the type)
Fuck **** play, then fuck **** lay
And I put that shit on the-, frr
Gang (gang, ****)
I run shit down
Man, you **** is not the-, frr (same)
On the back of the bitch is a switch
When it spit go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr" (swear)
He know (he know)
It's fuck him even though his cousin
TK, and Ksoo (ayy, fuck y'all cousin, but, look)
Well they know (they know)
I'ma slide, every time I'm sheddin' a tear, a **** done die (skrrt)
Bitch, I'm a menace, I ain't givin' no opinion (uh-huh)
No ****, gon' get in that car and go slide (go shoot)
Under that mask, that old Ace
Steppin' on shit, ****, face to face (baow)
That lil' boy, he died was a call away (call away)
"How he get away with murder?" I'ma show the way (damn, bro)
These **** be gettin' me out my top (uh)
Eleven hundred shots from the Glock (boom, baow)
Everything livin' is dead
Everything livin' is dead (everything)
Killin' my enemy, ****
It go, "Frr-frr, " ****
They know "Frr-frr" hit 'em
I "Frr-frr, " send 'em
Active on trigger, "Frr-frr, frr-frr"
****, how I step on **** "frr-frr"
They know "Frr-frr" hit 'em
I "Frr-frr, " send 'em
Active on trigger, "Frr-frr, frr-frr"
****, how I step on ****
Gang (gang)
I run shit down
Man, you **** is not the-, frr (same)
On the back of the bitch is a switch
When it spit go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
It go, "Frr"
Written by: Keyanta Bullard, Tylian Jamel Francois