back that shit up

ace of spades

yeah that's my taste

it costs four bones when you buy it at the place

it's seventeen hundred in the v.i.p. and three bad bitches wanna drink it with me

now we just tryna kick it 'til they kickin us out

then i'ma show lil' mamas what this dick is about

cause it's a damn movie in the back of my limo

they didn't want it all the way so they just gave me a demo

rubbin feels good when you're drunk and you're buzzin

forgot who you was and tried to smash your cousin

so shake that ass like a tree in the wind

then she gon' migrate with me and two of her friends

they let all four of us in

the after hours is poppin

we buzzin like bees but it ain't no pollen

these niggaz want my number but it ain't no holl'n

and hookers get kicked out if it ain't no swall'n

so wiiiiild!

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hold it

fold it

show it

blow it

hoes

throw it

status

quo it

i ain't

focused

been drinkin

been smokin

back that shit up

back that shit up

back that shit up -

back that shit up

back that shit up

look - see i was just a young nigga

in this bitch thuggin

long hair

skinny nigga

bitches used to love me

pants saggin in the city where they known to keep a ratchet

momma told me tuck my chain

a nigga might snatch it

i was never affiliated

was in it for the thrill

an amigo ever spot it

we stomp and pop a pill

and i

guess that explain why these niggaz real

mouths closed

pistols tucked

everybody know the drill

doves cry when thugs die

but dude we kept it real

did the time

pump the steel

read a book

gainin skills

learn you can live by the gun but die by it

but the worst thing your best friend behind the trigger tryna pull it

i went through it all

been there and done it

on the front ave. see me lil' nigga you can run it

since

i was a youngin

my momma she told me fuck 'em

have respect and have tolerance

but never let 'em run you

we wiiiiild!

look

now i'm just a young nigga

in the code

when i couldn't tell you how i did 'em

around my waist and i ain't even got a job

i'm duckin on these niggaz

i ain't even catch a lot

bitches on my left

and money on my right

money all in front of me and money on my mind

see i'm just tryna live

i kill 'em that's in mic

see i'm about to gas

you can catch me on my bike

yeah i'm chillin brah

i don't even know i'm gettin off

and all these niggaz bore me

so now i'm goin soft

i ain't askin no questions

i do it like a don

i'm standin on the top

49th at the palms

got 'em lookin at my wrist

rollie-ollie what's the time?

then toss it to my niggaz

you know i throw them dimes

lookin for a turn-up

and then they found me

4 in the morning

we ain't even sound asleep

you see?