Von Miller
It's ACE
ACE
I got da gas, Bags
Making a chop, Hand to hand
Designer drugs, Molly Santan
So many bands they dragging my pants
She all on my dick, I'm doing my dance
She making it clap, She throwing it back
Damn she thick, She gon let me whack
I'm smoking on pressure you smoking on jacks
Tell me what do you know about da trap
I fuck up a check and I get it right back
I stay on point, Sharp as a tack
I'm stacking my racks and you know that's a fact
How you a killer you always on lack
You say I don't crank, Fuck is you smack
When I'm down bad I'm flipping da pack
I feel like Von Miller I get to the sack
I feel like Von Miller I get to the sack
I fucked up my check and I got it right back
In love wit da money swear i got attached
If it's a burger my goons on attack
Balling like Kobe my brother he Shaq
I lob him the work take that Shit to the rack
I'm on your strip tryna see where you at
Oh he not around okay I'll double back
Whipping da white, Turn it to rock
I got dat syrup, I got dat wock
I let my J taste, if he say it's drop
Then you know I'm taxing 25 a pop
Heard it's some static, Give em a shock
Leg with a beam came attached to the Glock
Hope you ain't around when I make this bitch cock Ima let this bitch pop and yo ass might get shot
Bought that bitch a bag but I'm taking it back
She say do you love me I say I do not
She let me put all my kids on her back
Then I just kicked her ass up out the spot
Pump out the back have that boy running laps
My bro threw the work I'm Cole Beasley he Dak
No beef & no buns but I stay wit da mac
I trap out Tha Carter jus hit my new jack
Been down for too long gotta get up and get it
If you hang wit me you can't hang wit no snitches, They calling me Richie I'm all bout my riches
I feel like a calculator all these digits
I make it happen ain't praying for wishes
I got the birds and I ain't talking pigeons
Bitch I'm the plug so I don't do division
Don't fuck with Lincoln I fuck with the Benjamins
I got da gas, Bags
Making a chop, Hand to hand
Designer drugs, Molly Santan
So many bands they dragging my pants
She all on my dick, I'm doing my dance
She making it clap, She throwing it back
Damn she thick, She gon let me whack
I'm smoking on pressure you smoking on jacks
Tell me what do you know about da trap
I fuck up a check and I get it right back
I stay on point, Sharp as a tack
I'm stacking my racks and you know that's a fact
How you a killer you always on lack
You say I don't crank, Fuck is you smack
When I'm down bad I'm flipping da pack
I feel like Von Miller I get to the sack