Shawty stay with a ladder
Like she a roofer
Bringing new whips out they call me kunta
That nigga froze up
He ain't no shooter
Lil wet em up they forgot he a hopper
Know how I'm bleeding
Easy to find me
Boy don't you try all these killers behind me
ShoutOut To G
Nd my young sani
Go to that beef Nd come back with a body
They call me Ace
Who tf is you
With us or not we can make it so simple
I got a shot
Pray iont miss you
No number 2 I'm on point like a pencil
Yea im a hot boy
Sick in my mental
Momma would tell me lil nigga be careful
I ain't going say
What we get into
No auntie Anne's but this heater'll twist you
I'm on the nine
Pistol and joggers
Ain't make it known when I got me a comma
Niggas be broke
Hella designer
Nd ain't got shit cause they never was fathered
Gucci you know
Ain't have a styler
Shot to his chest I ain't talking no vodka
Shawty a fan
Bro nem will pop her
Studio flow turn me into a monster
Know he going blast
Soon as I drop the tint
Just hit all the guys with him
Them nigga's will spazz
Don't give a f*ck bout a friend
You don't got a block to spin
We making em mad
Them niggaz they hot with them
They hoping we drop again
If I'm in that mask
No this shit not pretend
Yo crib be the spot I'll bend
Lil nigga we poled up
Step in they know us
Feeling like Irving when I got the rock
Don't need a holster
Heart can't be colder
We really living shit that you not
Connect like a router
Spin like a loader
Bro had stood tall when his body was shot
Me ima soldier
Trying to get over
Still ima rap if they tell me to stop
Shawty a diva
Pass me that reefer
Fore I turn up she done ruin my day
3 like adidas
Spray like a leaker
So many shots like this shit a parade
Boy it ain't that
Getcha for a feature
Doee you my homie you still gotta Pay
Hot as a fever
No I can't lead her
Never can trust her the way that she play
Know he going blast
Soon as I drop the tint
Just hit all the guys with him
Them nigga's will spazz
Don't give a f*ck bout a friend
You don't got a block to spin
We making em mad
Them niggaz they hot with them
They hoping we drop again
If I'm in that mask
No this shit not pretend
Yo crib be the spot I'll bend
Ace Caponee - Bend Lyrics
Ace Caponee - Bend Lyrics
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Shawty stay with a ladder
Like she a roofer
Bringing new whips out they call me kunta
That nigga froze up
He ain't no shooter
Lil wet em up they forgot he a hopper
Know how I'm bleeding
Easy to find me
Boy don't you try all these killers behind me
ShoutOut To G
Nd my young sani
Go to that beef Nd come back with a body
They call me Ace
Who tf is you
With us or not we can make it so simple
I got a shot
Pray iont miss you
No number 2 I'm on point like a pencil
Yea im a hot boy
Sick in my mental
Momma would tell me lil nigga be careful
I ain't going say
What we get into
No auntie Anne's but this heater'll twist you
I'm on the nine
Pistol and joggers
Ain't make it known when I got me a comma
Niggas be broke
Hella designer
Nd ain't got shit cause they never was fathered
Gucci you know
Ain't have a styler
Shot to his chest I ain't talking no vodka
Shawty a fan
Bro nem will pop her
Studio flow turn me into a monster
Know he going blast
Soon as I drop the tint
Just hit all the guys with him
Them nigga's will spazz
Don't give a f*ck bout a friend
You don't got a block to spin
We making em mad
Them niggaz they hot with them
They hoping we drop again
If I'm in that mask
No this shit not pretend
Yo crib be the spot I'll bend
Lil nigga we poled up
Step in they know us
Feeling like Irving when I got the rock
Don't need a holster
Heart can't be colder
We really living shit that you not
Connect like a router
Spin like a loader
Bro had stood tall when his body was shot
Me ima soldier
Trying to get over
Still ima rap if they tell me to stop
Shawty a diva
Pass me that reefer
Fore I turn up she done ruin my day
3 like adidas
Spray like a leaker
So many shots like this shit a parade
Boy it ain't that
Getcha for a feature
Doee you my homie you still gotta Pay
Hot as a fever
No I can't lead her
Never can trust her the way that she play
Know he going blast
Soon as I drop the tint
Just hit all the guys with him
Them nigga's will spazz
Don't give a f*ck bout a friend
You don't got a block to spin
We making em mad
Them niggaz they hot with them
They hoping we drop again
If I'm in that mask
No this shit not pretend
Yo crib be the spot I'll bend
Like she a roofer
Bringing new whips out they call me kunta
That nigga froze up
He ain't no shooter
Lil wet em up they forgot he a hopper
Know how I'm bleeding
Easy to find me
Boy don't you try all these killers behind me
ShoutOut To G
Nd my young sani
Go to that beef Nd come back with a body
They call me Ace
Who tf is you
With us or not we can make it so simple
I got a shot
Pray iont miss you
No number 2 I'm on point like a pencil
Yea im a hot boy
Sick in my mental
Momma would tell me lil nigga be careful
I ain't going say
What we get into
No auntie Anne's but this heater'll twist you
I'm on the nine
Pistol and joggers
Ain't make it known when I got me a comma
Niggas be broke
Hella designer
Nd ain't got shit cause they never was fathered
Gucci you know
Ain't have a styler
Shot to his chest I ain't talking no vodka
Shawty a fan
Bro nem will pop her
Studio flow turn me into a monster
Know he going blast
Soon as I drop the tint
Just hit all the guys with him
Them nigga's will spazz
Don't give a f*ck bout a friend
You don't got a block to spin
We making em mad
Them niggaz they hot with them
They hoping we drop again
If I'm in that mask
No this shit not pretend
Yo crib be the spot I'll bend
Lil nigga we poled up
Step in they know us
Feeling like Irving when I got the rock
Don't need a holster
Heart can't be colder
We really living shit that you not
Connect like a router
Spin like a loader
Bro had stood tall when his body was shot
Me ima soldier
Trying to get over
Still ima rap if they tell me to stop
Shawty a diva
Pass me that reefer
Fore I turn up she done ruin my day
3 like adidas
Spray like a leaker
So many shots like this shit a parade
Boy it ain't that
Getcha for a feature
Doee you my homie you still gotta Pay
Hot as a fever
No I can't lead her
Never can trust her the way that she play
Know he going blast
Soon as I drop the tint
Just hit all the guys with him
Them nigga's will spazz
Don't give a f*ck bout a friend
You don't got a block to spin
We making em mad
Them niggaz they hot with them
They hoping we drop again
If I'm in that mask
No this shit not pretend
Yo crib be the spot I'll bend
Writer: Alex W
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid