Текст песни 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
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