Yungeen Ace - Duffle Bag Lyrics

Yeah
Huh, huh
Hey (hey)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah (huh), yeah, yeah, yeah
Quarter-million dollar (bag), mmm
Quarter-million dollars in my bag, mmm (aight)
Quarter-million dollars out the bag, mmm (aight)
Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (turnup), huh

Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag, hmm
Would try to talk, but this car too fast (skrrt-skrrt), hmm
Two-sixty on the dash and my foot on the gas (skrrt), hmm
Red and blue lights, mean 12 on my ass (12)
Hell nah, I ain't stoppin'

I got bodies (bodies)
Come here, let me talk some knowledge (come here)
Baby girl pussy got mileage (got mileage)
Creep low when I'm movin' in silence
All of my niggas be dangerous (be dangerous)
All of my niggas got brains to bust (got brains to bust)
All of my niggas'll-
All of my niggas move stylish (stylish)
ATK, menace to society (society)
Kids say, "Ace, stop the violence" (stop the violence)
Police say, "Ace too violent" (facts)
Got niggas on the block sellin' Miley (sellin' Miley)
Bitches pop-
I drip too hard, no stylist (no stylist)
Jimmy on 23 Island (Jay)
Got two bad bitches, I don't gangbang
And, bitch, I want the top, they givin' me brain
Pop two jiggaboos, and I'm wide awake
And it just kicked in, I'm movin' insane
Off with his top, I want his brain
Black on the block, that's part of the gang
Murder on my mind, he gon' feel this pain
I'ma catch him out the club, no Charlemagne
Bangin' 'em blickys
You know it's a murder when I'm up in them Dickies
Told 'em, "Come and get me" (come here)
You know I ain't high, bitch, you know that I'm with it
Ask them, "Who run the city?" (Who run it?)
They gon' say, "Ace" 'cause they know I'm the sickest (sickest)
I got Duval behind me ('Val)
Can't let them down, they know I'ma go get it, yeah

Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag), hmm
Would try to talk, but this car too fast (skrrt-skrrt, too fast), hmm
Two-sixty on the dash and my foot on the gas (skrrt), hmm
Red and blue lights, mean 12 on my ass (12)
Hell nah, I ain't stoppin'

I got Whitney (Bobby), Sydney (Sydney)
Screamin' out, "Who I smoke?" (Who I smoke?)
I don't play (uh-uh) tennis (come here), back and forth, I won't go
Every car I got know that shit there top speed
Got opps on fake pages, found a way to follow me
Gang be sluttin they sisters
Bag on his head, they book him (boom)
I give 'em that eye and they shoot 'em (boom)
Quarterback on the play like I'm Newton (Newton)
Prescription got me drugged up
My heart for sale, no love though
Keep talkin' that shit, ah-choo, I blessed you
Mama said don't let a fuck-nigga test you
Lean over, codeine in my system
I see three niggas, but I'm aiming in the middle (boom)
I got purple, Amiri (wait)
Hol' up wait, my drip too serious
Certified millionaire clearly (yeah)
I don't want a fuck nigga near me
She wanna argue, I don't wanna hear it (uh-uh)
Brand new AP, hope time heal me
Convicted felon, but it's concealed
Know some niggas in the court, some still in the fields (damn)

Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag), hmm
Would try to talk, but this car too fast (skrrt-skrrt), hmm (hmm)
Two-sixty on the dash and my foot on the gas (skrrt), hmm
Red and blue lights, mean 12 on my ass (that's 12)
Hell nah, I ain't stoppin'

I got quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag), hmm
Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag), hmm
Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (quarter-million dollars), hmm
I got quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag, hmm