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jace! - for hire freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ayy, b+tch (lookin’ like batman)
real murda worth sh+t (batman)
ayy, straight out the west side (ayy, there goes that man, n+gga, got whacked, man)
straight out the west side, best side
eh+ah+ah, on their side (pull up like, “nah+nah+nah”)
pulling up like, “nah+nah+nah+nah” (ayy)
give that lil’ n+gga the test, ah (b+tch, ayy)
go

[verse 1]
buck down with that drac’, bet they won’ hear us coming, b+tch (baow)
these n+ggas still in the city, they ass ain’t getting no money, b+tch (get no money, money)
it’s murder for hire, we pull up on tires, we hop out on feet, quick (quick)
try to run, you fall, you f+cked, the f+ck n+gga gon’ wish he ain’t trip (he ain’t trip, go, bit’)
try to run, hе fall, he f+cked, i’m up two, i want one up (want onе up)
that draco knuck and buck, just like a bm, get him f+cked (f+cked)
pull up leave sh+t stuck, he in a uber, shoot through the truck (truck)
i heard his b+tch wanna f+ck, shut the f+ck up, better take this nut, b+tch
get sh+t spun, spint, k!lled, i don’t want to be behind the wheel (wheel)
i wanna hang out, make sh+t spill, this sh+t finna get real (real)
from the murda to houston, my n+ggas catch hats
know n+ggas dumping the mil’ (mil’)
pull up with .57 on exotic sh+t, or you might get the ten mil’

[bridge]
b+tch, ayy (ten mil’)
ayy, b+tch, ayy (might get the ten mil’)
and while we talkin’ ’bout the ten mil’
ayy, count ten mil’, n+gga (ten mil’, ten mil’, ten mil’)
you couldn’t even count to ten mil’ (ten mil’)
broke ass, n+gga
n+ggas know how i’m coming (ten mil’, ten mil’, ten mil’)
we gon’ belt everybody ass (ten mil’, ten mil’, ten mil’, ten mil’)
go, go (ten mil’)
[verse 2]
he fall on the floor, make sure he hit (ayy)
he keep on moving, i’m finna go back like quick, n+gga, quick (quick)
bullets hit him and make the boy sh+t (sh+t)
leaving holes in a n+ggas ricks (rick)
and when i say, “i love my kids,” i don’t mean that sh+t like wick
posted insurance, don’t wanna get hit
he mean that sh+t like tip
red light, green light, red light, green light
catch him at the red light, he can’t even dip
catch him at a green light, put it in sport
i’m up two, i treat it like a sport
and lil’ jace! just beat his case (case)
but i still have my gun in court (b+tch)
there go that man, catch me a hat, man
leave his ass fat, man, pull up like batman
get his ass smacked, man, get his ass whacked, man
i get to pulling off like, “nah+nah+nah+nah” (nah+nah)
i’m pulling out the rubber band, man
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t on that, man
pulling up with a lil’ big ass ‘k
i bet i’d have them say, “d+mn it” (d+mn it)

[outro]
go, ah, ah+ah+ah (rrr+rrr)
belt, b+tch (rrr+rrr)
belt, b+tch (rrr+rrr)
ayy, and i’m still on here, n+gga
ayy, you know
go, go, go, go

- jace lyrics

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