paroles de chanson Jackin N Drillin (feat. Unicorn151) - AceMula

(Give me a beat, I'm attacking it
Ace looking at me, like brodie what's happening
(Ace mula brings the girls with the big butts

Aye, and I'm back on my bullshit
Beating it up, you might think I'm abusive
Sipping this juice, I ain't talking no lucid
She want a birkin, that bitch must be stupid
Fuck top five, I'm number one
Devin Booker, I ain't talking about the suns
Pop out, black hood like a nun
Don't hit my phone if it ain't about the funds
Told her hop off her knees and run
Niggas be bitches, they need a gun
Smoking the dope, the weed, the runtz
Bro off the X, he leave her slumped
Told her hop off her knees and run
Niggas be bitches, they need a gun
Smoking the dope, the weed, the runtz
Bro off the X, he leave her slumped

Well, how they going to say
That we jacking and drilling
From newark, new jersey
We been car jacking and killing
Trapping in the back of my building
Got so many bricks in my attic
It's crack in the ceiling
Actually a villian, really a shooter and worth a million
Cooking in the kitchen, I'm cheffin a G
You be sleepy from hollows, keep messing with me
And we ride out in a srt jeep
Ptsd make me scream in my sleep
(Killa)
You ever seen demons hang out of demon;
223 bullets and 308's
Td's and b.o.a
If I walk u down it's a d.o.a
If you see my face it won't be ok
(Killa)
I started this wave, bitch you hella late
22 magnum so featherweight
Clutch it and up it and elevate
I catch a body a celebrate, dead if u hesitate
Call up my shooters they never late
Send you to heaven gates
Perky n lean when i medicate
Running my city I regulate
All of these bodies I delegate
(Killa)

If you speak about bands, you can talk to me
Call my gun lil dog, cause it walk with me
Niggas talking that talk, but don't walk with it
If he run up, he get laid in that chalk with it
Bandman, yeah I get to the bands
Mike amiri, I wear designer brands
Stay 50, don't fold on your mans
Niggas watch face, so I know when they be fans
Let me know what you really want to do
Saying I ain't next, he must be a fool
Stirring the pot, I ain't talking about stew
Give me a beat, I'm a go to the stu
Catch a opp in the stu
Got them set up and wet up
The beat was laid down, but his body won't get up
She know we next up, she giving that neck up
Big glizzy no ketchup, I aim for the neck up

Told her hop off her knees and run
Niggas be bitches, they need a gun
Smoking the dope, the weed, the runtz
Bro off the X, he leave her slumped
Told her hop off her knees and run
Niggas be bitches, they need a gun
Smoking the dope, the weed, the runtz
Bro off the X, he leave her slumped