Top Songs By AcerBIC
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan M Grout
Songwriter
Braedon C Collins
Songwriter
Dom Carullo
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yuh, aye, w-wait, yuh
Aye, you know my choppa gon' talk if a opp wanna stomp on my- what?
I gotta up me the chop, I said, "Fuck it, I'm flowing nonstop"
I got seven bitches fiending for cock
Bounce on my dick like a bunny, she hop
Hop on that track and you know it's a bop
Hop on that track and you know I'ma rock
Hop on that track and you know I don't stop
Hop on that beat and obliterate, uh
I catch your body disintegrate, uh
I took your bitch on a dinner date, uh
Smoking that gas, yes I ventilate, uh
Aye, woah, yuh, aye
Run up on pussy boy, I got that chop
Spinning your block
Fuck with me then you a opp
(Get back to work, you slacker)
Hop on that track, I run it back
.223 pull up, I'm gon' go click-clack
I got your bitch and she all on my sack
Pussy boy missing shots, we run it back
Break a bitch back like a Kit-Kat
She wanna talk, but I hit that
AK got a motherfucking kickback, uh
I don't really fuck with the chit-chat
With the boys up in the studio, uh
Spitting this shit like I'm Coolio
Fucking your bitch, she a groupie hoe
Run up on me, that shit really blow
Water my neck and my wrist, Aquafina
Run in that bitch and I'm toting my N9ne
I got your bitch in a fucking two seater
Kick a bitch out 'cause you know I don't need her
Ball so hard, you can call me Steph Curry
Fucking your bitch and now I'm in a hurry
Pussy boy talk, and now he see blurry
Eating that pussy like motherfucking curry, aye
Hop on the track with my slimes
They be my partners in crime
Your face will get re-aligned
Dump a couple at your spine
Woah, aye, uh
Pull up with a mini-mac, is it really that bad
That I gotta hit him with a click-clack? This that
Motherfuckers talking shit, choppa got kickback
Oh, woah
Aye, pull up on the team
Aye, pull up on the scene, aye
I got nothing but green in my pocket
Now, I do sip lean, aye, aye
Run up on me got him talking, aye
Running up I'm popping, motherfuckers wanna talk, aye
Huh, pull up on me, I'm on the scene
Yeah, you know I'm with the team
And we doing mean things, yuh
Aye, yea, pull the beam out of my pocket
Yeah, you know you gon' stop talking
'Cause I'm gonna start fucking pop it, yuh
Aye, see that beam in the air
Better hide, you gon' cry
Motherfucker, you gon' die, bitch
What? How you just be doing that shit
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