Ace - Momma Said (feat. Pete Jones) lyrics

[Verse 1: Akryllik] Yo, I'ma jump right all up on it like this track was my bed sheets I shed heat, b**h. You couldn't run it with 10 cleats So let's eat, I've got the lettuce and bread, cheese But any muthaf**a come wit' beef, they gon' rest, peace We finna hit 'em witta' stun-spore On some odd-ish, I f** a chicken in my Concorde The sickest flows, we rippin' shows to get the dough b**h n' hoes be flippin' trippin, wishin' for an encore Ya! I get in deep until the c*nt's sore, want more? sh**, I got it locked like it's my front door Now ya'll are done for. I'm sharp as f**, regardless s*ut I ravage, you can't hack it like a blunt sword Sick as malaria, trick around n we'll bury ya My fingaz on the trigga', equipped to flip 'em an aerial If you don't wanna get it then quit ya b**hin' & carry on Cuz I'm about to pop ya like a skaters stompin' a varial [Hook] Momma told me be kind to the competition (momma said) "Share your toys with the guys who are not as gifted!" Sorry momma but I've got a lot of issues They're treatin' me like a spit can and daddy said not to listen Momma told me be kind to the competition (momma said) "Give an inch and your friends'll help keep you swimmin'" Sorry momma, I gave in and started sinkin' Now they gonna have to pay for the damage from their decision! [Verse 2: Pete Jones] They say ignorance is bliss. Well, you must be real peaceful Verbally, on the track- man, you know I k** people I'd attempt to teach you style but you're lackin' the cla** So I'm 'bout to throw your garbage raps back in the trash Flow so high, my hands is over the rim You can call me 'Duncan' while I'm on the shoulders of 'Tim' f*ggots dickin' around playin' 'bo*ers With Friends' My rhymes are dopest, never gonna be sober again Walter White of the rap game, although I lack fame The way I'm spittin' a track makin' 'em f**in' gotta rack brain Slap manes whose words be comin' at me With the disrespect of b**hes publicly poppin' acne And I ain't done yet.. you wanted to come get me But you couldn't even be findin' me with a compa** Dumb b**h, I'm sick of smellin' your scum breath Only way I'm hittin' is to minimally crush and bump meth [Hook] [Verse 3: ACE] Yo, I slap planes down, k**in' these high roller's my resume Wake up inebriated, contaminated with cellophane A rubber band, a sandwich bag with sh** that isn't mayonnaise Who'da thunk a 'rubber' was somethin' needed to get a lay? The pa**ing lane, where every speeder legally gravitates ¡Mayday! blarin' my speakers, leakin' the Jack away I started out on earth, a diversion inverted past the gate And woke up lookin' down on the universe in the astral plane Castrated, so never a chance of f**in' up I'm donkey punchin' demons, you beat me- it's with the dumbest luck Your insubordination'll never label you 'number one' If I wanted my comeback I'd pull it out of your mother's bu*t Do-si-do, yep, won't leave stones unturned Grow some titties, fight naked for coins? (Uhh, sure) Little Snooki's the pun, sir. I'm hot enough- you roll with me You'll probably catch a Jersey Shore sunburn