Testi Home Invasion - Ace Hood, Vado

Home Invasion

Lay on the ground,\nYou’ve been robbed\nWake up (Wake up)\nOpen the door (Open the door)\nLay on the floor,\nYou’ve been robbed\nUh! Nigga I smell murda\nGlock 9, but them niggas turn up\n10 killas in the Chevy\nNigga 16 with the burner\nTeller put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash,\nactin funny with the cash hah?\nOk, niggas wanna play dumb-dumb\nDirty glocks, never knowin' where they come from\nBang, motherfucker get low\nHundred round chopper, that potato on the nose\nKillas stay lurkin and they do it on purpose\nI just tell em keep shootin like they tryna overdose\nKeep playin with a real nigga\nYou gon end up in the box like Hilfiger\nYea, man you lookin at a gorilla\nI don’t like no niggas holdin niggas' glock like a 4 wheeler\nCus that bitch go to kickin, blue caine\nAll black when I’m ridin, Bruce Wayne\nNiggas bump to the money, Hussein\nNever change them true, 2 Chainz\nHundred grand to yo boys like loose change\nBetter hush for that choppa wanna do things\nBang! Chit-chit bang-bang!\nNigga!\nPlaya (hater)\nTurn yo head round (Turn yo head round)\nLay on the ground,\nYou’ve been robbed\nPhone call from my Haitian homie say Papi got the good yay\nNo cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way\nCall the homies, they gon run up on him, got sticks a waving too late\nYou know what I came for so don’t play\nLeave 100 O’s round where you stay\nLawd, somebody call the popo\nSnitch niggas die slow\nWill they ever catch me?\nPussy nigga nono\nRunnin out yo mouth, I’m just hopin you about it\nEvery nigga with me, boy that ready get started\nNo patdowns when I walk up in the party,\nSmoking that stank, who he think he, Bob Marley?\nNo games\nWhen I pull up in that foreign kill niggas\nHood nation, motherfucker, Real niggas\nWon’t stop, getting money, deal with it\nYea I’m fuckin yo bitch, I’m still in it\nNo tips on a whip so you see me in it\nI can run through a clip, less than 2 minutes\nBang bang, reload til it start clickin\nPlaya (hater)\nTurn yo head round (Turn yo head round)\nLay on the ground,\nYou’ve been robbed\nUh, half a drank like who gave you?\nMove caine, I’ve been Abel\nBakin soda, no label\nTV on but no cable\nStreets talkin, I heard em\nHands out but curd him\nHe don’t wanna work, he just wanted work\nThat he can handout and just burn him\nHeard it all before though\nThen went and copped the 4 do\nTold pop I needed 4 mo\nHe texted back like fo sho\n10 choppas goin fofo\nCome fofo, crack blow do\nHad em all magnets\nWhy we don’t spoke\nI mean no speak, I thought I won’t eat, nah\nI’m tied niggas, tired niggas\nQuick to talk how they tie niggas\nI’m on the block like who’s tied nigga\nGun is cocked like who’s fine quicker\nCorner pack like those my niggas\nG spots, we rackin em\nChurch guarded, I’m backin em\nThat’s a lot of money, we stackin em\nPlaya (hater)\nTurn yo head round (Turn yo head round)\nLay on the ground,\nYou’ve been robbed\nWake up (Wake up)\nOpen the door (Open the door)\nLay on the floor,\nYou’ve been robbed