Verse 1: [King Vegas] Stuck in my ways I know nothing but ACE Throw nothing but A's We bout to blow like fucking grenades I use to spit theme automatics, now I'm fuckin wit tanks I been a soldier, but I guess I'm moving up in the ranks Thanks On a mission converting hundreds to franks Stacking paper, JP Morgan, chasing nothin but banks Thanks Did they get that? Well let 'em research Dedication to being a ACE means you must be a 'G first We put 'em beneath dirt No casket Went from being broke to ballin' on they broke asses My profile is my kingdom, keep a low castle But lyrically assassinate like my bro Raskal Well appreciated like my brother Sneak I'm just another hustler coming up from the east K-I-N-G-V-E-G-A-S A-F-P run the streets So don't fuck wit me unless you fuck wit me And even if you fuck wit me, don't fuck me unless you ready to fuck with we// Hook: I'm throwin' up The A's till the end of days (yeah) Psycho ass niggas watch us grab the K's (yeah) Been here since day one, fuck the fakes Buggin ass niggas we gone bring the raid Livin' on the edge trying to stack this bread (yeah) Tryin' to live life. Glad that I'm not dead (yeah) Shout out to them niggas that be gettin' paid Money Over Bullshit, that's what I say Fuck them niggas. What they talkin' bout? They sayin nothing All about the money while these niggas bluffin On the block wit the homie, yea we thuggin' Middle finger to you haters; muther fuck 'em 2nd Verse [Sneak] Real nigga talkin, fake niggas get to walkin My niggas lock it down if a nigga get to talkin So you better pipe it down before a nigga get to poppin Blood on my shoes from the nigga I was stompin' Nina cross yo face, mother fucker eat a full clip Light his ass on fire, mother fucker, hope you burn crisp Young trill nigga, I'm bout it like Lil Chris Throwin up the ACEFAM till a nigga brainless I'll slam the hammer on yo ass, no Judge Judy Just call me Sneak Mother fucking bitches wanna do me Flyer than a mother fucker don't try to be me Pullin that trigga till that mother fucker empty Cuz of 21, we too strong, man we neva weak Only got real niggas on this fucking beat Hey King V, tell these niggas give us 10 feet before I leave em dead - ummmm, under 6 feet// Repeat Hook

Verse 1 [King Vegas] Aye girl what you like Betcha I can fuck yo pretty ass by tonight If you want it now I can give it to you right now King V known for killing beats and laying pipe down Girl I ain't playin' this as real as it get Give you the dick Have yo body feelin legit I'm talkin you rubbing yo titties and you feelin yo clit while I'm still in yo shit Told ya, I go dumber then yo plumber So give me yo name and number cuz I'm that cool I'm hear to make yo hands clap and yo ass too Different kind of niggas we ain't yo typical black dudes Ain't too many like us, I'm one of the last few You only witness the shit when we come to visit Trying multiple freak-em dresses and hittin up yo bitches I ain't too famous to kick it I'm fully down to Earth Pop a bottle with the team and you gotta be down to work Twerk that pussy like it mean somthin' I fuck a bad bitch, change her to a mean woman I'm King V and I make impossible possible Make it rain with no water, create an arch when you drop it boo// Hook A: Smack that ass, tip to the beat (to the beat) Twerk that ass girl till them knees weak (knees weak) Make me feel so good, I wanna beat Hey pretty girl, can you drop it to yo feet? Hook B: Drop it to ya feet Drop, drop it to ya feet Drop, drop it to ya feet Can ya drop it to ya feet? Drop it to ya feet Drop, drop it to ya feet Drop, drop it to ya feet Can ya drop it to ya feet? Verse 2 [Sneak] Hey girl just drop it low for me I'm tippin' good so do something for me I'm in my zone so bitch don't kill it Just wanna see that ass twerk so kill it ACE's yea we in the club Pourin bottles gettin' love Turnin' up don't give a fuck Got ya chick now whats up? Hey lil nigga stop hatin' just function Turnt up, niggas in the club just posted So many bad bitches up in here Ass so fat I wanna hit it from the rear Hey pretty girl let me whisper in ya ear Let me beat tht pussy up like I ain't had none in a year HUH!!!!!!! Eyes so low cuz of that good dro Patron I ain't had enough bring more Bad chick u down to fuck 4sho Don't bring ya self girl u betta bring 5 mo ACEFAM sayin' fuck ya click Go to the club met wit ya chick Flyer than a mother fucka yea we handlin' shit Walk up on the sence and I ain't worried bout shit BITCH// Hook A Hook B Verse 3 [21Pillz] Damn baby You beastin' in them animal print pants baby Skin tight. That ass a 10 like I'm adding 5+5 but I'm adding up, me, you, drinks, keys, ride = vrooooooom And that's what it been like And I know you got that yoga show me what that bend like Baby I ain't gettin up if it ain't sittin' right Yea, I'm talkin bout that onion, make a nigga teary eyed Drop it to ya feet and don't lose balance Yea you got talent So bust it open like they examin(ing) And Imma man handle, bang bang, expendables ACEFAM in the buliding like we tenants Bitch listen, while that pretty ass in the club, gone quit playin wit it. Show me what it really does She got ake for days, Sarah Lee And drop dead gorgeous, bury me My melodies make a fan out of Melanie - Fiona Take yo fe, send her back wit skeet on her We Own The Night like Joaquin Phoenix Yo body nicotine, you probably bad for me, but damn// Hook A Hook B

Verse 1 [Raskal WALA] This right here for the kush smokers them loud packers, them good rollers In the hood blowin' To swishers linked together, chain smokin They ain't on it All my niggas blow stankonia So potent she thought I pulled a prank on her Told her calm her ass down She can ride high or get the fuck out and walk sober Bet that bitch gone calm down Put some cool lean in her warm soda She nodded off, I dropped her off, and told that bitch go practice snoring Y'all know me, I was back to whoring it Back on the block trying to get the order in Need me a 7th, sick of 3 for quarters And them .4's going for 10? Whoo, I don't need that A nigga like me need a nice lil sack of that granddaddy or that grand mammi As long as it comes from a grand family Y'all niggas blowin on mild weed? Our shit come Maui Yo shit poppin'? That's Redenbaucher That's reggie-ola, that's not what's poppin// Hook: I am not a roller But I am a smoker Won't you roll another Fuck it, pour another (repeat) Verse 2 [Raskal WALA] Now I don't need no Molly But I do like to smoke that Ali That's that strong punch that will knock you out if you don't inhale properly Them buds there like broccoli But please don't touch my property Unless you're ACEFAM or you bout to match me a couple grams And that's how we roll indeed Thou shall not have seeds That loud there be prayed on We smoke that religiously My bitch stash it were her titties be Them vultures be like "pretty please? I got the swisher, let me roll the 'b'" Fuck naw, boy, get yo own to chief That boy that must be off the leaf They trying to kill my high Shot it straight out the sky Told my bitch to roll like 5 And pour another cup of that Merlot before we fuck That wine have my bitch saucy Her eyes low and glossy// Hook Verse 3 [King Vegas] Who you smokin with? Tell me who supplyin' Have him bring me half an ounce. If it don't weigh out, I ain't buyin' Said he only deal with fire, If I can't smell it, he lyin' My money is on his life, If he try to play me, he dyin' Yea. I'd rather hit Wayne too Sound like a move to me If you was me, You would do the same too We get high to a new degree I'm feelin' educated, I could make a school for weed Study hard, get a few degrees Crash the high off in class and still get through with C's My mid-grade would put you to sleep But that's only for freshman. My ACE's tokin' potent flame Got that shit straight from the Bay and I don't care to know it's name Miss me with them rootie, tootie, fruity, booty, types of strains I might complain And lose some shit, ya brain My cool, I'm quite insane// Hook

Hook: ACE's are the sickest niggas spittin in yo faces (repeat 4x) ACEFAM sick, mother fucker, no tissue (repeat 4x) Verse 1: [King Vegas] Ever since a youngin, I been handlin my own Broke hand huggin on the handle of my chrome Eastside nigga, sit and ramble in my throne Get lightheaded when I put a candle to ya dome Can you feel the flame from a fire spitter like me? All black everything, I'll ditch a white tee 5 deep Catch you slippin, chillin with ya wifey High key Killin me is more than unlikely I'm the king of resurrection They receive and they don't get it Graduated, now I'm here to teach a nigga lessons My team is hella reppin ACE until the death and They use me for they protection You gone need a better weapon Lord bless him If that nigga disrespectin' Door checkin Check him when we're let in Messin with the wrong gang, lil nigga So don't fuck around and say the wrong thang, lil nigga// Hook Verse 2 [Sneak] Everybody wanna be the big bad wolf Sneak spitin' that truth Killin' beats in the booth doin this since the roots Click Clack don't move Take your bitch to my room Fuck her once then I'm cool AFP the gang Money is the motto Money ova bitches, hey girl do u swallow? Niggas lookin' for me but they can get a hallow Takin your bitch u can get her back tomorrow [King Vegas] Is we snatchin bitches? Or is we snatchin bitches? Met her at the MGM and she just had to kick it. She said she got that bomb, I told her that's the ticket. She want a night full of fun, fuckin and mattress flippin. Her so called nigga blowin her cell up. He botherin me hella Tell him to shut the hell up. Takin yo chick was easy, but it just felt tough. And ain't nobody trippin' on you being jealous// Hook Verse 2 [Sneak] It's sneak nigga I'll put a bullet in ya snapback Tic tac yea I'm in ya hood and I'll 'X' that If it ain't about money I don't wanna hear that My team the shit so fake niggas fall back Burning light green Jordan's on my feet Can't wait till I make 100 thou a week Gotta stay fresh from my head to my feet Layin with yo bitch in her mouth I'll skeet!!!!!! Square up nigga, Imma knock you out ya skinny's Young fitted nigga gettin money wit the homies Man I'm to hot dare a nigga try to stop me Imma stay me till I'm laying under 6 feet Sickest team in Vegas, your team just the fakest Click Clack meet ya maker nigga 2 middle fingers ACEFAM niggas golden Passing niggas cuz they losing Fuck y'all niggas yea we ownin' Hating on us cuz we chosen?// Hook Vamp