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ace hood - can't see y'all lyrics

[intro – ace hood]
ace hood, homie
gutta
gutta
ace hood
brisco, let’s go

[hook – ace hood & brisco]
[ace hood]
just cause i got my cash on check
my swag on check
b-tches all on my d-ck
and these n-ggas ain’t know sh-t
rolling on them thangs
another one’s next
hater blockers is on, they can’t tell me sh-t because

[brisco]
cause i don’t see y’all
cause i don’t see y’all
cause i don’t see y’all
cause i don’t see y’all
n-gga get on my level!

[verse 1 – ace hood & brisco]
[ace hood]
a to the c to the e to the h double o d
b-tch i’m raised up in the streets
keep it g-u-t-t-a
for my n-ggas serving yay
moving weight and serving packages that pack it in the crate
we don’t count that cash every duffle gets weighed
big money i’m paid, b-tch i’m feeling myself
you can tell i’m getting money louis vuitton belt
and i wish a n-gga would make a move himself

[brisco]
see i don’t get money
it’s coming out my -ss
and i don’t f-ck with hoes if they ain’t about cash
opa locka goon, four chevys and a dirtbike
i open up my trap
but took it back on the first night
catch me in a porsche
or maybe on the porch
and we don’t get jailed because we don’t go to court
yeah, n-gga stunting
your homeboy fronting
talking that sh-t but
he ain’t about nothing

[hook]

[verse 2 – ace hood & brisco]
[brisco]
i’m looking for a hood rat, call her stacy
she cuss real bad, and she steal from macy-s
i want her so bad, please someone pace me
try and say a hater will soon come hate me
bocce boy, bocce boy, these chopps hit is bocce boy
bag his -ss up e-cl-ss, keep the party going
yes sir, i’m certified 3-0
ride till i die, tell them n-ggas come and see po’

[ace hood]
and i’mma come see him blast like an airbag
make his body bounce, bounce, twenty five sh-ll count
p-ssy n-gga listen you don’t listen you get hit with fifty missiles
leave you living with the dead, understand that?
i got some b-tches and n-ggas that wanna bandwag
i double up with the jewels and let my pants sag
a hundred stacks in the bag, now where the cash at?
yes, i’m blind so you haters like a cataract

[hook]

[ace hood & brisco – verse 3]
[brisco]
what it do, what it is
see i don’t talk to police and i don’t play with kids
i’m home gutter, gangster, projects
i know the block hot, but i’mma open up regardless

[ace hood]
yeah, and d-mn right that coupe going topless
vacant on the i, we do a 105
me and bris about cash we let it blow in the sky
not let’s blow money, never had more money

[brisco]
now i’m the sh-t, believe that (whoa!)
i know i got paper i just want a little more
i know you b-tches talking, so just talk a little more
because baby i’m me, and y’all n-ggas hoes
let’s go

[ace hood]
and i’m gone, my n-gga you know i got them
see, i am just a product, receiving all profit
see n-ggas want to hate, tell them “silly rabbit, stop it”
see, me and bris stars outer sp-ce like martians

[hook]

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