Lyrics Home Invasion - Ace Hood , Vado
Playa
(hater)
Turn
yo
head
round
(Turn
yo
head
round)
Lay
on
the
ground,
You′ve
been
robbed
Wake
up
(Wake
up)
Open
the
door
(Open
the
door)
Lay
on
the
floor,
You've
been
robbed
Uh!
Nigga
I
smell
murda
Glock
9,
but
them
niggas
turn
up
10
killas
in
the
Chevy
Nigga
16
with
the
burner
Teller
put
the
money
in
the
bags,
go
and
show
me
where
the
stash,
actin
funny
with
the
cash
hah?
Ok,
niggas
wanna
play
dumb-dumb
Dirty
glocks,
never
knowin′
where
they
come
from
Bang,
motherfucker
get
low
Hundred
round
chopper,
that
potato
on
the
nose
Killas
stay
lurkin
and
they
do
it
on
purpose
I
just
tell
em
keep
shootin
like
they
tryna
overdose
Keep
playin
with
a
real
nigga
You
gon
end
up
in
the
box
like
Hilfiger
Yea,
man
you
lookin
at
a
gorilla
I
don't
like
no
niggas
holdin
niggas'
glock
like
a
4 wheeler
Cus
that
bitch
go
to
kickin,
blue
caine
All
black
when
I′m
ridin,
Bruce
Wayne
Niggas
bump
to
the
money,
Hussein
Never
change
them
true,
2 Chainz
Hundred
grand
to
yo
boys
like
loose
change
Better
hush
for
that
choppa
wanna
do
things
Bang!
Chit-chit
bang-bang!
Nigga!
Playa
(hater)
Turn
yo
head
round
(Turn
yo
head
round)
Lay
on
the
ground,
You′ve
been
robbed
Phone
call
from
my
Haitian
homie
say
Papi
got
the
good
yay
No
cellphone,
no
landlines,
he
do
business
off
the
2 way
Call
the
homies,
they
gon
run
up
on
him,
got
sticks
a
waving
too
late
You
know
what
I
came
for
so
don't
play
Leave
100
O′s
round
where
you
stay
Lawd,
somebody
call
the
popo
Snitch
niggas
die
slow
Will
they
ever
catch
me?
Pussy
nigga
nono
Runnin
out
yo
mouth,
I'm
just
hopin
you
about
it
Every
nigga
with
me,
boy
that
ready
get
started
No
patdowns
when
I
walk
up
in
the
party,
Smoking
that
stank,
who
he
think
he,
Bob
Marley?
No
games
When
I
pull
up
in
that
foreign
kill
niggas
Hood
nation,
motherfucker,
Real
niggas
Won′t
stop,
getting
money,
deal
with
it
Yea
I'm
fuckin
yo
bitch,
I′m
still
in
it
No
tips
on
a
whip
so
you
see
me
in
it
I
can
run
through
a
clip,
less
than
2 minutes
Bang
bang,
reload
til
it
start
clickin
Playa
(hater)
Turn
yo
head
round
(Turn
yo
head
round)
Lay
on
the
ground,
You've
been
robbed
Uh,
half
a
drank
like
who
gave
you?
Move
caine,
I've
been
Abel
Bakin
soda,
no
label
TV
on
but
no
cable
Streets
talkin,
I
heard
em
Hands
out
but
curd
him
He
don′t
wanna
work,
he
just
wanted
work
That
he
can
handout
and
just
burn
him
Heard
it
all
before
though
Then
went
and
copped
the
4 do
Told
pop
I
needed
4 mo
He
texted
back
like
fo
sho
10
choppas
goin
fofo
Come
fofo,
crack
blow
do
Had
em
all
magnets
Why
we
don′t
spoke
I
mean
no
speak,
I
thought
I
won't
eat,
nah
I′m
tied
niggas,
tired
niggas
Quick
to
talk
how
they
tie
niggas
I'm
on
the
block
like
who′s
tied
nigga
Gun
is
cocked
like
who's
fine
quicker
Corner
pack
like
those
my
niggas
G
spots,
we
rackin
em
Church
guarded,
I′m
backin
em
That's
a
lot
of
money,
we
stackin
em
Playa
(hater)
Turn
yo
head
round
(Turn
yo
head
round)
Lay
on
the
ground,
You've
been
robbed
Wake
up
(Wake
up)
Open
the
door
(Open
the
door)
Lay
on
the
floor,
You′ve
been
robbed
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