Ace Century - k**a sh** lyrics

[Verse] Got so many flows like what the hell's progressive I heard ya tape and that sh** is unimpressive Simple a** rhymes, trying hard to be Dr. Seuss I'm not the cat in the hat, i'm the cat with the deuce deuce And a choppa'll make any goofy think he in footloose Hoes wanna get trains ran on they caboose Like damn, times have really changed I don't judge cause she a scholar, yeah she giving brain Finger f** the Trigga, choppa don't know "Slow Motion" Girl told me she like 7/11, she always open Feel like John Houseman, cause i'm on the paper chase AK leave ya in shock, like you met a tasers face Billfolder like it had a charger, it only know hunnas Crew like we going to war, we only know gunnas Hit yo a** with the bulldog, bullets leave ya brainless Put you on a t-shirt, n***a now you famous If you hating my dude, put another hole in yo an*s Stay in yo lane, wherever the hell yo lane is Don't talk big, or you'll get hit with these Jeremy Irons Leave yo family at yo funeral crying like they cutting onions Imma name the brand new choppa Vitamin C Catch ya daily dose of it, talk big and you'll see Guess i'm the ventriloquist, cause these n***as is dummies These dudes soft, swear to God that they gummies Tom Cruise away from that bullsh** you talking Call the haters Tim Robbins, they a Dead Man Walking Every female these days wanna pop they p**y like adderall And hoe n***as destined to talk sh** it's natural Already know I changed, try to tell me and get a facelift Swear even my old girl not playing that hoe sh** Fake n***as claim blood, then next day claim crip Funny how when we see you yo p**y a** dip b**hes show they true colors, cause i've been getting blue (blew) lately Seems I can't even tell who fake and who true lately And cats speak lies so much they get the truth confused You playing with B.B. Kings but i'll really give you the blues You playing with B.B. Kings but i'll give you fools the blues n***as ain't Cynthia Lord, but trying make rules Cash on me, so i'm changing my name to Johnny Yo girl dick hopping, n***a call that hoe a bunny Stay with the Lil Mac like i'm playing Punch-Out And my n***as carry clubs like they bringing lunch out We'll get on yo a**, like you had diarrhea Leave you a** pushing up gra**, n***a like a chia We a whole bunch of k**as, no ghostface Heater leave yo a** with a toastface We'll roll a hating n***a like a tortilla b**h we'll clap a n***a like gonnorhea Hit you in the head, then throw yo a** in the river You don't want problems big fella, ya know we some k**as