Ace Hood, Slim Diesel - Repercussions lyrics
[Ace Hood, Slim Diesel - Repercussions lyrics]
Don't bring them problems to my Momma house
Play around some say he was never found
You play out of bounds
Problem? You best say it now and
We won’t wave it down
Moving through my haters town
None of them are proud
I'm on my flyer shit, I'm buttoned up
I leveled up
I told my girl, be back, I doubled up
I made her blush
I’m on a half, I'm feeling wired up
Big body truck, I'm high as fuck
I'm doing like 90 something
I'm playing ready bout the baby
Got my body jumping
My Queen with me, she ain't tripping
Shit you gotta love it
Skip the discussions, repercussions
Keep that reefer coming
I smoked an L and told my dawgs
"You know it's all or nothing"
Keep adding crunches
Every day I'm adding minor touches
Somebody bluffing
Everybody claim they getting money
You people funny
All I’m thinking when I’m out in London
I made it public, independent
You know how I'm coming
Feel it in your stomach
People talking like he up to something
I’m alpha stomping
Got it jumping like I'm Kylie Jenner
Somebody tell 'em shit get crazy
When I find a rhythm
I'm dying to get ’em, I been patient
I been handling business
Them big decisions got me privileged
Been on my wildest dreams no hesitation
Know I'm coming with no reservations
Just hella changes for my people
We need reparations
Them Devil stations, I been healing
All my past relations, through conversations
Treat this music like my testimony
My revelations
Still I know I'm nowhere near my greatest
Working on it (Huh)
I got two MAC-11's and went
And bought me a K'
I been fighting the Devil
Feel like I'm locked in the cage
How you dig with no shovel
Rebel you lost in a daze
All my niggas is instrumental
We're running the fade
I got two sticks with a
Drum kit, what you want, bitch?
Oh shit, you a locksmith
You can get popped quick oh Lord, oh no
I swear to God
I heard you're pussy when I'm in the park
You been a fraud
Only reason that you ain't split it all
You still a fraud
Hold a a synagogue, I been a God, it's dead
Hood Nation (Body Bag) body Bag (Aye)
And we the motherfuckin' truth, ya heard?
(Aye)
Play around some say he was never found
You play out of bounds
Problem? You best say it now and
We won’t wave it down
Moving through my haters town
None of them are proud
I'm on my flyer shit, I'm buttoned up
I leveled up
I told my girl, be back, I doubled up
I made her blush
I’m on a half, I'm feeling wired up
Big body truck, I'm high as fuck
I'm doing like 90 something
I'm playing ready bout the baby
Got my body jumping
My Queen with me, she ain't tripping
Shit you gotta love it
Skip the discussions, repercussions
Keep that reefer coming
I smoked an L and told my dawgs
"You know it's all or nothing"
Keep adding crunches
Every day I'm adding minor touches
Somebody bluffing
Everybody claim they getting money
You people funny
All I’m thinking when I’m out in London
I made it public, independent
You know how I'm coming
Feel it in your stomach
People talking like he up to something
I’m alpha stomping
Got it jumping like I'm Kylie Jenner
Somebody tell 'em shit get crazy
When I find a rhythm
I'm dying to get ’em, I been patient
I been handling business
Them big decisions got me privileged
Been on my wildest dreams no hesitation
Know I'm coming with no reservations
Just hella changes for my people
We need reparations
Them Devil stations, I been healing
All my past relations, through conversations
Treat this music like my testimony
My revelations
Still I know I'm nowhere near my greatest
Working on it (Huh)
I got two MAC-11's and went
And bought me a K'
I been fighting the Devil
Feel like I'm locked in the cage
How you dig with no shovel
Rebel you lost in a daze
All my niggas is instrumental
We're running the fade
I got two sticks with a
Drum kit, what you want, bitch?
Oh shit, you a locksmith
You can get popped quick oh Lord, oh no
I swear to God
I heard you're pussy when I'm in the park
You been a fraud
Only reason that you ain't split it all
You still a fraud
Hold a a synagogue, I been a God, it's dead
Hood Nation (Body Bag) body Bag (Aye)
And we the motherfuckin' truth, ya heard?
(Aye)