Ace Hood – Repercussions lyrics

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Don't bring them problems to my Momma house, play around
Some say he was never found, you play out of bounds
Problem? You best say it now and we won’t wave it down
Moving through my haters town, none of them are proud
I'm on my flyer shit, I'm buttoned up, I leveled up
I told my girl, be back, I doubled up, I made her blush
I’m on a half, I'm feeling wired up
Big body truck, I'm high as fuck, I'm doing like 90 something
I'm playing ready bout the baby, got my body jumping
My Queen with me, she ain't tripping, shit you gotta love it
Skip the discussions, repercussions, keep that reefer coming
I smoked an L and told my dawgs "You know it's all or nothing"
Keep adding crunches, every day I'm adding minor touches
Somebody bluffing, everybody claim they getting money
You people funny, all I’m thinking when I’m out in London
I made it public, independent, you know how I'm coming
Feel it in your stomach
People talking like he up to something, I’m alpha stomping
Got it jumping like I'm Kylie Jenner
Somebody tell 'em shit get crazy when I find a rhythm
I'm dying to get ’em, I been patient, I been handling business
Them big decisions got me privileged, been on my wildest dreams
No hesitation, know I'm coming with no reservations
Just hella changes for my people, we need reparations
Them Devil stations, I been healing all my past relations, through conversations
Treat this music like my testimony, my revelations
Still I know I'm nowhere near my greatest, working on it (Huh)

[Verse 2: Slim Diesel]
I got two MAC-11's and went and bought me a K'
I been fighting the Devil, feel like I'm locked in the cage
How you dig with no shovel, rebel you lost in a daze
All my niggas is instrumental, we're running the fade
I got two sticks with a drum kit, what you want, bitch?
Oh shit, you a locksmith, you can get popped quick
Oh Lord, oh no
I swear to God, I heard you're pussy when I'm in the park
You been a fraud
Only reason that you ain't split it all, you still a fraud
Hold a [?] a synagogue, I been a God, it's dead

[Outro]
Hood Nation (Body Bag)
Body Bag (Aye)
And we the motherfuckin' truth, ya heard? (Aye)