"AF1" lyrics
Jace! Lyrics
She gon' blow her nigga back down
Baby, watch where you put your hands at
Sorry, can't, I'ma antagonist
Fuck nigga, get your mans back
Want 'em dead, call up on my side
I'm on his chain, call up homicide
Fuck niggas ain't outside
Fuck niggas ain't
Pull up, like them
Pull up, look like them ones
It's got a fed-ass, thought them ones
I been— now I step on the F1
It's all I fly like your first one
Finna dash like this gun
Ran out of time
Only time will tell
Feel the smoke loud
But it's loud as smell
Loud, but it's loud as smell
Feelin' it's dope, what's in it to feel?
Bad little bitches doin' it now
We'll be free, but it smokes out
It's so quick, but it smokes itself
Sound like they drunk, want that bitch, she drunk
Screamin' free 30, gotta get the boy out the cell
I'm outside, gonna get in this girl's head
Nigga want more, but I know you know well
Bitch so bad, she don't want it to sell
Put the bitch down, tell me how it felt
Tell me how it felt, love
Push 'em, I'ma fuckin' scatback
A hundred-some racks in a backpack
Shout out to the boy, not got bended
Don't ask what's wrong 'til I'm back there
This ain't no— my way to ask that
You know I say the same with the Rat Pack
I love you girl, why did you ask that?
I thought we was gettin' past that
She gon' blow a nigga back down
Watch where you put your hands at
Sorry, can't, I'ma antagonist
Got my money where the rubber band at
I'ma fuck her where the rubber band at
Someone tell me where the rubber band is
Bitch nigga, he can't get his mans back
Watch it rank up to a top kid
Got his chain took, call up homicide
Fuck nigga, try and call up homicide
His whole gang dropped from homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide
This ain't no— my way to ask that
You know I say the same with the Rat Pack
I love you girl, why did you ask that?
I thought that we was gettin' past that
She gon' blow a nigga back that
Watch where he put your hands at
Top kid, I'ma antagonist
Got my money where the rubber band at
I'ma fuck her where the rubber band at
Someone tell me where the rubber band is
Bitch thinkin' he can't get his mans back
Watch it rank up to a top kid
Wanna change to the color on my side
Fuck nigga tryna pull up on my side
His whole gang droppin', homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide
Baby, watch where you put your hands at
Sorry, can't, I'ma antagonist
Fuck nigga, get your mans back
Want 'em dead, call up on my side
I'm on his chain, call up homicide
Fuck niggas ain't outside
Fuck niggas ain't
Pull up, like them
Pull up, look like them ones
It's got a fed-ass, thought them ones
I been— now I step on the F1
It's all I fly like your first one
Finna dash like this gun
Ran out of time
Only time will tell
Feel the smoke loud
But it's loud as smell
Loud, but it's loud as smell
Feelin' it's dope, what's in it to feel?
Bad little bitches doin' it now
We'll be free, but it smokes out
It's so quick, but it smokes itself
Sound like they drunk, want that bitch, she drunk
Screamin' free 30, gotta get the boy out the cell
I'm outside, gonna get in this girl's head
Nigga want more, but I know you know well
Bitch so bad, she don't want it to sell
Put the bitch down, tell me how it felt
Tell me how it felt, love
Push 'em, I'ma fuckin' scatback
A hundred-some racks in a backpack
Shout out to the boy, not got bended
Don't ask what's wrong 'til I'm back there
This ain't no— my way to ask that
You know I say the same with the Rat Pack
I love you girl, why did you ask that?
I thought we was gettin' past that
She gon' blow a nigga back down
Watch where you put your hands at
Sorry, can't, I'ma antagonist
Got my money where the rubber band at
I'ma fuck her where the rubber band at
Someone tell me where the rubber band is
Bitch nigga, he can't get his mans back
Watch it rank up to a top kid
Got his chain took, call up homicide
Fuck nigga, try and call up homicide
His whole gang dropped from homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide
This ain't no— my way to ask that
You know I say the same with the Rat Pack
I love you girl, why did you ask that?
I thought that we was gettin' past that
She gon' blow a nigga back that
Watch where he put your hands at
Top kid, I'ma antagonist
Got my money where the rubber band at
I'ma fuck her where the rubber band at
Someone tell me where the rubber band is
Bitch thinkin' he can't get his mans back
Watch it rank up to a top kid
Wanna change to the color on my side
Fuck nigga tryna pull up on my side
His whole gang droppin', homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide
