Lyrics This Ain't Normal - Jace!

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, ya heard?)
Ayy, ayy, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, ayy
(Shit, Nine9 made it)
Hey, ayy, bitch, hey, hey, bitch, hey
(Nine9, you comin' different on this one, yeah)
Real Murda Worth shit, bitch, ayy (Shit I'm talkin' 'bout, ayy)
Niggas know how the fuck I'm rockin' (Ayy, how I'm rockin')
Niggas know how the fuck I'm rockin' (How I'm rockin')
You can take that shit with you (You know, ayy)
You better take that with you when you die (When you dead)
You better take with you
(You, you can't take none of that with you)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(I know what you gon' take when you die, nigga)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(All that clout, you ain't gon' take it with you when you die)
You can't take none of that shit with you when you die
(When the coolin' kit on your ass)
You know we T'd up
(And smoke your stupid ass, you know I'm T'd up)
Ayy (You can't take that with when you die, nigga)
And I'm on that, ayy, know how the fuck I'm comin'
(You gon' be dead, you know?)

Brand-new Glock and it got the 5th gen on it
See me an opp and I put a lil' gen on 'em
She gave me top 'cause she got a lil' Gin in her
.44 Bulldog, that bitch there'll sick on 'em
Say, Nine9, this beat ain't like the usual
Spin on that block and we give 'em the usual
They be like, "How the fuck Jace get a tool in here?"
'Fore I get checked, I'd rather be the stupidest
I pour a four in that bitch
And that boy put a two in it, say he the goopiest (Goopiest)
Four pair of Air Force 1s I cop, that just two, yeah, he the goofiest
Cujo ain't take his meds
Now he seein' red, yeah, he the looniest (Bitch, ayy)
True Religion Buddha on my pants
Get to makin' up words, I'm the true-iest (Rrr, rrr, rrr)

Ayy, ayy (Rrr, rrr, rrr)
Bitch, ayy, Nine9, this ain't like the normal shit
I'm gettin' high on that normal shit (Bitch)
I'm gettin' bands, it's normal, bitch
Spin like a fan, get shit lit
Hittin' his head, he ain't seein' for shit
He used to ran it, now he ain't shit (Bitch), bitch (Ayy)
Double cup, I triple cup this bitch, tryna get fat as hell
She wanna fuck, I'ma keep on fuckin'
This bitch, ass be fat as hell
I'm T'd up, they know I'm gon' do my shit
Do your money dance, lil' nigga
Brand-new gun, and I'm tryna shoot that bitch
Throw up your hands, lil' nigga

Brand-new Glock and it got the 5th gen on it
See me an opp and I put a lil' gen on 'em
She gave me top 'cause she got a lil' Gin in her
.44 Bulldog, that bitch there'll sick on 'em
Say, Nine9, this beat ain't like the usual
Spin on that block and we give 'em the usual
They be like, "How the fuck Jace get a tool in here?"
'Fore I get checked, I'd rather be the stupidest
I pour a four in that bitch and that boy put a two in it
Say he the goopiest (Goopiest)
Four pair of Air Force 1s I cop, that just two, yeah, he the goofiest
Cujo ain't take his meds
Now he seein' red, yeah, he the looniest (Bitch, ayy)
True Religion Buddha on my pants
Get to makin' up words, I'm the true-iest (Rrr, rrr, rrr)