Ace Hood - Stop Being Greedy (Freestyle) lyrics

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Ace Hood - Stop Being Greedy (Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro) Vado! Ace Hood! We better than them! We da best! (Verse: Vado) I let the AK go at yo 88 door Hit yo playmate hoe, ticket day they roll I don't talk, if it's war n***a say no more Ask Papi, I bought em all so it ain't no mo Yo! I'm forever paid, more gators than Everglades Tailor made, car spinnin, you see every wave My jealous lace, vanilla rafe Cut the penthouse, Central Park west, Costello's place Yea, that's hella cake, I'm hella up Gold yellow dub, hind the 7 like mellow dunks Yes, firin a weapon, you better duck Sittin poolside in a mink tank and leather trunks Just cus, f**in just does 3 quarter furs unbu*ton for just hugs Show the Cuban links like it's nothing, we just thugs Number one, I used to be pumpin with just dubs Runnin with just d**, Mary and Josy Can checkers respect us cus we carryin nosy Tired of spittin on records how I'm better than those men Smoke cigars with plackers like I'm next for the chosin 2M just on a wristwatch Where I'm from, who them? They get this sh** rocked Crumps we do them, that was the brick block Lynch block, loose ends and Charlie crib's pops Yea, man down for 10th Ave Thomas crowned in a new S, the 6 pound Jewish E just be the charger, mistrial My mind go far when I write like pen pal It's my turn, if I die the sky burn Pop slum girl from the roof like how I learn Used to be in school counting loot like why I learn? Headshots, blood down yo face like side burn Young walkin targets, set to clip yo apartment Rip the plastic so yo couch shoves on yo carpet Infrared between beds like yo mas me Got my man and valet handling parking And next lamas checks commas Few things that came with that weed, the best bomber Two things remain, that's respect, honor Spit flames and chew names like Jeff Dahmer (Verse: Ace Hood) I'm next level, don't sweat em I'm mo better, my flow is a trend setter See most you n***as faker than Pac to Coachella I'm king of the south, you king like coretta With suicide bars, you jokers are Heath Ledger They hear the name Ace, is fearin them 3 letters I'm too clever, you knew better, you do get er Can see the boy never in neckle whomever I'm still focused, my eyes opened, I'm God chosen I'm so reloaded, the city better but I ain't noticed I'm in a Lotus, you see me rollin, just blowin tottin A 9 mm, can see that you wanna meet it A couple Jesus pieces to keep away from the demons And Shawty s** it slow, when I'm comin just touch the semen And f** them n***as like Cam, I really mean it I only know it's murder, you must've got amnesia I'm a beast motherf**er, you read it and weep Still hatin on the truth, I hope you die in yo sleep We the best in my blood, ain't no sympathy seen Yea you know who the team, you still chasin the dream I've been high for a minute like I was wanted for k**in Better pay some attention, I go for Elliot Wilson There's a bomb in yo lobby, sorry you cannot defend it I've been tickin and can't pretend if you like what you hearin f** that! See I'm out of my mind, I'm on Columbine I wanna take the spot of the people I idolize Before I ever die I'm the realest, it's finalized My n***as go to war, then I'm wit it, I gotta ride Where's Funk Master Flex? Gon drop the bomb I'm a young legend, give it to em raw Rap game mine, that was for the blogs Me and Vado ridin, yea we tryna k** em all You don't wanna see a pitbull pissed off Have yo whole town out morning yo loss Snitch n***as get it, dog that should be law Have em catchin bullets like he f**in Randy Moss Tryna get peace, I don't even sleep You'll get the picture on Starvation 3 n***a January 17th ah Motherf**er (Outro: Ace Hood) See I did this sh** for fun n***a Did this sh** cus I was bored Ain't nothing harder than what we doin n***a Ace motherf**in Hood bruh Vado, wuddup n***a We the mothaf**in best ah! Cali What's happenin bruh? Yall hear that motherf**in beast comin through the headphones, ah? Funk Flex wuddup?