Ace Hood - Home Invasion lyrics

rate me

ft. Vado

Player (hater)

Turn your head round (Turn your head round)

Lay on the ground

You’ve been robbed

Wake up (Wake up)

Open the door (Open the door)

Lay on the floor

You’ve been robbed

Nigger, I smell murder

Glock 9, put it in your sternum

10 killers in the Chevy

Nigger 16 with the burner

Tell 'em put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, acting funny with the cash ha?

Ok, niggers wanna play dumb-dumb

Dirty Glocks, never knowing where they come from

Bang, motherfucker get low

Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose

Killers stay lurking and they do it on purpose

I just tell em keep shooting like they trying to overdose

Keep playing with a real nigger

You gonna end up in a box like Hilfiger

Yeah, yeah you looking at a gorilla

I don’t like no niggers holding niggers Glocks like a 4 wheeler

Cos that bitch go to kicking, blue cane

All black when I’m riding, Bruce Wayne

Niggers bump to the money, Hussein

Never change them true, 2 Chainz

Hundred grand to your boys like loose change

Better hush for that chopper wanna do things

Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang!

Nigger!

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Phone call from my Haitian hommie say papi got the good yay

No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way

Call the hommies, they gonna run up on him, got sticks a waving too late

You know what I came for so don’t play

Leave 100 O’s round where you stay, Lord

Somebody call the po-po

Snitch niggers die slow

Will they ever catch me?

Pussy nigger no no

Running out your mouth, I’m just hoping you about it

Every nigger with me, boy they ready get started

No patdowns when I walk up in the party

Smoking that skank, who he think he Bob Marley?

No games

When I pull up in that foreign, kill niggers

Hood nation motherfucker, real niggers

Won’t stop getting money, deal with it

Yeah I’m fucking your bitch and I’m still in it

No tints in the whip so you see me in it

I can run through a clip less than 2 minutes

Bang bang, reload til it start clicking

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Uh, half a drank like who gave you?

Move caine, I’ve been Abel

Baking soda, no label

TV on but no cable

Streets talking, I heard em

Hands out but curd him

He don’t wanna work, he just wanted work

That he can handout and just burn him

Heard it all before though

Then went and copped the 4 though

Told pop I needed 4 more

He text me back like for sure

10 choppers going fofo

Chrome four four, crack blow tho

Had em all magnets

Why we don’t spoke

I mean no speak, I thought I won’t eat, nah

I’m tired niggers, tired niggers

Quick to talk how they tie niggers

I’m on the block like who’s tied nigger

Gun is cocked like who’s fire quicker

Corner pack like those my niggers

G spots, we racking them

Church guarded, I’m backing them

That’s a lot of money, we stacking them

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