Ace $wift - Watch Da Road (feat. OTM Frenchyy) Lyrics

Ayy, niggas be talkin' bout havin' motion, Niggas be talkin' bout what they doin'
Niggas be talkin' bout all them bricks and pounds, they movin', they ain't movin'
All these clips, we make movies, niggas knowin' how we do it
Label gave me a hundred, I ran through it
But that wasn't how I was supposed to do it

All this gas, we got fluid, this shit, I spit, be fluent
All them bitches, we ran through em', all them flights, we been flew em'
All them shows, we been to em', them racks, we been through em'
Ion know what these niggas doin', but I know what my niggas doin'

Gettin' money, f*ckin' hoes, sellin' highs, sellin' lows
Trappin' bows, flippin' lows, you wanna half or you wanna whole
Let me know, cause we get em' in and we get em' gone
With the quickness, niggas trippin', acting like these bitches
Or these police niggas, tell them mind they business, and watch the road
Don't watch me, just watch the road, don't act slow, we on I4
With them bows, dodgin' troll, slidin' fast, sippin' slow
Boy, you know how it go, I play for keeps, you a hoe

Boy, you sweet like cookie dough, I'm in the streets, still clutchin' poles
Saint Pete or Seminole, just let me know, what you need, half or whole
In the trap, still got it sewed, ain't no cap, yeah, that's fasho
Bitch we strapped up with that pole
That pussy bap, then leave me alone

Don't be actin' like you bold
He a hoe, I pull his card
Slide the door back, Draco spark, he hit a four flat in the park
Like a drive-thru, servin' hard, bad bitch with her back-arched
Through the switch in the backyard
Boy, you a bitch, you just act hard

Four-Knick, tear your brain apart
You probably won't live to see tomorrow
How the f*ck you leave the keys in the car
Boy, who told you that was smart
Jit who told you you was hard,
Boy, you move just like a crash dummy
My youngin' gon' push up and crash for me
There ain't shit you can take from me

I'll take your bitch, put it in her tummy
Hit her one time, you can't have her back
It was one night, just get over that
Try not to have you a heart attack
It'll tighten back up, she a pro with that
Got me saved in her phone under Dad
Your big, dead, brother, I'm smokin' that
I'm still on the block where they smokin' crack

Bitch I'm Ace Swift, I don't ever lack
I don't got time for the tit for tat
You know this nine gon' spit like blatt
These boys be thinkin' we new to that
You know I beat it up blue and black
I'm still the man where I grew up at
She pop a jig and then threw it back
We get it in, we be movin' bags

I don't even think he got a rack
He probably don't know what to do with that
And I don't know what these jits be doin', but I know what me and Frenchy movin'
Dummy Loads, hella bows, that's fasho, we at the store
And we strapped up with that pole, Gen 5, hold 34, you gon' know if you know

We got za's, we got Low's, Casamigos, freak hoes
Bend it over, touch your toes, white girl, for your nose
Just make sure you don't forget to watch the road
Don't act slow, just watch the road, don't act slow, just watch the road