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Daii Bandzz - Ace Of Spades Lyrics




I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me

Bitch lyin', talkin' bout I love her, that's the old me
They say Daii is out here broke, then that's the old me
I got a scope on the AR, now that's the whole beam
When we slide, we don't take one of y'all, we want your whole team

I'm drunk a deuce before two, and ate four beans
One-thirty shots inside the Glock, he seen four beams
Aye, I really hit a trap when I was fourteen
Smooth with it baby, finessin', do not approach me

Transferred, I hit the Aces, troopin' in them halls (John A. Holmes High)
Remember when I tried to ball, now I just wanna ball
Remember trying to count them all, we shutting down the mall
I was slippin' on the set, and they just let me fall

Punching like I'm Wreck It Ralph, but this a brick of dog
A hundred blues I got them pressed, I'm trying to get em' off
A hundred blues spread in the bed, make sure you get em' all
I learned to trap, it went from anything to fentanyl

Hit the block, punch in at the clock, I hit like Tommy Hearns
Switch the Glock, my FN bullet's hot, like I ride with perms
Hawk em' down like I'm Aaron Pryor, hit his side burns (Aaron "The Hawk" Pryor)
Bust a U, hop out in broad day, Lil Baby "My Turn" (U Turn & Lil Baby's Album)

Let's get a check, this twice your raise, give me the right work
I gave my bitch a half a ten, she need a light perk
Tyrese, I'm bout to beat it down, but cut the light first (Baby Boy)
She say I stay with ghetto bitches, but her type worse

I hit rock bottom early age, but it might be worse
Everyone come around me go, so I might be cursed
He was a nigga, now he one on a white t-shirt (dead)
Misplaced my pills, next to my granny's, these might be perks

Never on the phone, I really hope you get the message (voicemail)
PLR, combat with a dick, and Smith and Wessons
Opp Poppa, go catch a opp, teach him a lesson
If it ain't got nothing to do with dineros, I ain't stressin

Crucified my Christians, should have corns, how I'm steppin
Watch that nigga Daii, he always stayin' with a weapon
Really in the field, goin' crazy, prime Beckham (Odell Beckham)
She said she love my Louboutins, said you should bless em' (Christian Louboutins)

Bang, bang, took a nigga forces, shoulda checked him (Nike Check)
I do it for Keith, yo nigga doin' it to flex it
If I take a L, then I'ma slide back in the Lexus
Pick up Dallas with that chainsaw, I'm a star like I'm from Texas (Dallas Cowboys & Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Bussin' cabbages, do what it do, collect the lettuce
Living like a demon, in my Religion's, I'm overzealous (True Religions)
If you my bitch, you got no friends, but I ain't jealous
She look at me, I fall in love, lil mama precious

Keith painting the sky, I'm in the clouds, slidin' down Venice
South Central baby, sippin' tea, the infant menace (Don't be a Menace to South Central..)
My bitch came back with a couple racks, I gave her tennis (tennis racks)
I need a Maid to pour my cup, it's been a Minute (Minute Maid)
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I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me

Bitch lyin', talkin' bout I love her, that's the old me
They say Daii is out here broke, then that's the old me
I got a scope on the AR, now that's the whole beam
When we slide, we don't take one of y'all, we want your whole team

I'm drunk a deuce before two, and ate four beans
One-thirty shots inside the Glock, he seen four beams
Aye, I really hit a trap when I was fourteen
Smooth with it baby, finessin', do not approach me

Transferred, I hit the Aces, troopin' in them halls (John A. Holmes High)
Remember when I tried to ball, now I just wanna ball
Remember trying to count them all, we shutting down the mall
I was slippin' on the set, and they just let me fall

Punching like I'm Wreck It Ralph, but this a brick of dog
A hundred blues I got them pressed, I'm trying to get em' off
A hundred blues spread in the bed, make sure you get em' all
I learned to trap, it went from anything to fentanyl

Hit the block, punch in at the clock, I hit like Tommy Hearns
Switch the Glock, my FN bullet's hot, like I ride with perms
Hawk em' down like I'm Aaron Pryor, hit his side burns (Aaron "The Hawk" Pryor)
Bust a U, hop out in broad day, Lil Baby "My Turn" (U Turn & Lil Baby's Album)

Let's get a check, this twice your raise, give me the right work
I gave my bitch a half a ten, she need a light perk
Tyrese, I'm bout to beat it down, but cut the light first (Baby Boy)
She say I stay with ghetto bitches, but her type worse

I hit rock bottom early age, but it might be worse
Everyone come around me go, so I might be cursed
He was a nigga, now he one on a white t-shirt (dead)
Misplaced my pills, next to my granny's, these might be perks

Never on the phone, I really hope you get the message (voicemail)
PLR, combat with a dick, and Smith and Wessons
Opp Poppa, go catch a opp, teach him a lesson
If it ain't got nothing to do with dineros, I ain't stressin

Crucified my Christians, should have corns, how I'm steppin
Watch that nigga Daii, he always stayin' with a weapon
Really in the field, goin' crazy, prime Beckham (Odell Beckham)
She said she love my Louboutins, said you should bless em' (Christian Louboutins)

Bang, bang, took a nigga forces, shoulda checked him (Nike Check)
I do it for Keith, yo nigga doin' it to flex it
If I take a L, then I'ma slide back in the Lexus
Pick up Dallas with that chainsaw, I'm a star like I'm from Texas (Dallas Cowboys & Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Bussin' cabbages, do what it do, collect the lettuce
Living like a demon, in my Religion's, I'm overzealous (True Religions)
If you my bitch, you got no friends, but I ain't jealous
She look at me, I fall in love, lil mama precious

Keith painting the sky, I'm in the clouds, slidin' down Venice
South Central baby, sippin' tea, the infant menace (Don't be a Menace to South Central..)
My bitch came back with a couple racks, I gave her tennis (tennis racks)
I need a Maid to pour my cup, it's been a Minute (Minute Maid)
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Writer: GABRIEL STEVE LOPEZ, JIMMY ANDREW RICHARD, SEAN ALEXANDER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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