DUALWIELD II by Aerial Ace Lyrics
[Verse 1: Aerial Ace]
Pulling right up in yo city, I got pretty bitches with me- ugly bitches leave em out stray
Christopher he got the semi, rock a nigga like some remy, I ain’t even make his ass pay
You can call it Bobby Whitney how my niggas bobbing wit me, money level continental I might go and buy a Bentley
Changing outta pocket niggas they can split it 50/50, got another bag where O’s lay
You better rearrange a face, 'fore I rearrange your living space
Scope various ways to focus, it’s got hella concentrates
All these niggas acting fishy, they get hooked for throwing bait
Go 'head try me and do me dirty, I wash you with these rounds like plates
Assholes annoy Ace, articulate ammo attacking they abdomen area
Begging bout bread, you buffoon, then I’m breaking a brick to ya brain then I’ll bury ya
Cooler than Canada, cut down my calmness, I come with a choppa to carry ya
Dictating dimwitted dickheads, this dessi gon' dunce ya now try me I’m daring ya
[Verse 2: IAMCHRISCRAIG]
Tanjiro flow, know a nigga straight water
Pull upon a nigga like Itachi when I slaughter
Every single individual, the haters looking bothered
When I pull upon a nigga like I’m Jojo with a chopper
Feeling like I’m Nagato whenever I’m pushing my trigger
Bringing pain to everybody, coming and taking the scrilla
Madara, I’m coming with that fire; that metal my nigga
Banging and breaking the bullet, so you better get bouncy for reala
Why this nigga talking? Put him in a coffin!
Drop him, pop him, I don’t have an option
Either way we going, you know I’m gonna rock it
And Christopher never stopping, the bodies they get to dropping
I’m bombing like kamikaze whenever I get to locking in
Take a breath like Ariel, hater will never talk again
Feeling like a villain, you knowing a nigga ominous
Flow is automatic, that’s why a nigga be poppin it
Pulling right up in yo city, I got pretty bitches with me- ugly bitches leave em out stray
Christopher he got the semi, rock a nigga like some remy, I ain’t even make his ass pay
You can call it Bobby Whitney how my niggas bobbing wit me, money level continental I might go and buy a Bentley
Changing outta pocket niggas they can split it 50/50, got another bag where O’s lay
You better rearrange a face, 'fore I rearrange your living space
Scope various ways to focus, it’s got hella concentrates
All these niggas acting fishy, they get hooked for throwing bait
Go 'head try me and do me dirty, I wash you with these rounds like plates
Assholes annoy Ace, articulate ammo attacking they abdomen area
Begging bout bread, you buffoon, then I’m breaking a brick to ya brain then I’ll bury ya
Cooler than Canada, cut down my calmness, I come with a choppa to carry ya
Dictating dimwitted dickheads, this dessi gon' dunce ya now try me I’m daring ya
[Verse 2: IAMCHRISCRAIG]
Tanjiro flow, know a nigga straight water
Pull upon a nigga like Itachi when I slaughter
Every single individual, the haters looking bothered
When I pull upon a nigga like I’m Jojo with a chopper
Feeling like I’m Nagato whenever I’m pushing my trigger
Bringing pain to everybody, coming and taking the scrilla
Madara, I’m coming with that fire; that metal my nigga
Banging and breaking the bullet, so you better get bouncy for reala
Why this nigga talking? Put him in a coffin!
Drop him, pop him, I don’t have an option
Either way we going, you know I’m gonna rock it
And Christopher never stopping, the bodies they get to dropping
I’m bombing like kamikaze whenever I get to locking in
Take a breath like Ariel, hater will never talk again
Feeling like a villain, you knowing a nigga ominous
Flow is automatic, that’s why a nigga be poppin it