Jace That S It Lyrics
That's It by JACE
[Intro]
Ain't no more going back and forth, that's it
Aw hell naw, no, um um, that's it
I ain't going back and forth with you nigga, that's it
All I want is uh, uh, and uh, that's it
I ain't gonna go back and forth, that's it
All I want is my cash in hand, that's it
[Verse 1]
Ok this is for the bitches that knew me back on Panola Road
Used to try to kiss me, now you want to kiss my totem pole
Geezy Petes and holy smokes, a zip of weed, a load of dope
Dug bombs off my Rollie just so she don't spill none on the floor
I mean for Pete's sakes, bitch thicker than some cheesecake
Still came from the east place, still getting money each day
Chiefing great, eating steak, making plays, run it
Smoking eigths, whole eights, onion
Think I'm bout to roll on something
Want to ride, hold on honey
All I've known is stunting
And through all of this, you niggas really think I'd call it quits
I mean as far as the artist is, I really got the hardest shit
It ain't even that hard to get
Let your girl get me hard and dip, I'm tryna ball you bitch
On my James Harden tip
Real nigga roll call and you know that a nigga got the longest list
Fuck you you mean nigga
[Hook]
Little itty bitty bitch, ain't nobody worried bout you
Want to get me rich, that's all a young nigga tryna do
Deal with the same old shit, in the same old clique, man ain't nothing new
And when they talking bout them niggas they ain't talking bout you, and that's it
[Verse 2]
Little niggas funny, Kevin Hart really
Yeah I got a heart but I don't got feelings
And all my shit hard, I can't stop [?]
Want a coupe with no top, chilling
Out in LA where they snort yay and they pop pillys
Deal up on the blocks when the cops in it
Y'all only round when they not in it
Long as I sip coming down I am not tripping
This is for the bitches that knew me back on Panola Road
Could've never known I'd blow, I'd hate to say I told you so
All my fucking flows are dope, beat me to that comatose
I keep going overboard, I won't stop till I overdose, nigga!
[Hook]
Little itty bitty bitch, ain't nobody worried bout you
Want to get me rich, that's all a young nigga tryna do
Deal with the same old shit, in the same old clique, man ain't nothing new
And when they talking bout them niggas they ain't talking bout you, and that's it
Ain't no more going back and forth, that's it
Aw hell naw, no, um um, that's it
I ain't going back and forth with you nigga, that's it
All I want is uh, uh, and uh, that's it
I ain't gonna go back and forth, that's it
All I want is my cash in hand, that's it
[Verse 1]
Ok this is for the bitches that knew me back on Panola Road
Used to try to kiss me, now you want to kiss my totem pole
Geezy Petes and holy smokes, a zip of weed, a load of dope
Dug bombs off my Rollie just so she don't spill none on the floor
I mean for Pete's sakes, bitch thicker than some cheesecake
Still came from the east place, still getting money each day
Chiefing great, eating steak, making plays, run it
Smoking eigths, whole eights, onion
Think I'm bout to roll on something
Want to ride, hold on honey
All I've known is stunting
And through all of this, you niggas really think I'd call it quits
I mean as far as the artist is, I really got the hardest shit
It ain't even that hard to get
Let your girl get me hard and dip, I'm tryna ball you bitch
On my James Harden tip
Real nigga roll call and you know that a nigga got the longest list
Fuck you you mean nigga
[Hook]
Little itty bitty bitch, ain't nobody worried bout you
Want to get me rich, that's all a young nigga tryna do
Deal with the same old shit, in the same old clique, man ain't nothing new
And when they talking bout them niggas they ain't talking bout you, and that's it
[Verse 2]
Little niggas funny, Kevin Hart really
Yeah I got a heart but I don't got feelings
And all my shit hard, I can't stop [?]
Want a coupe with no top, chilling
Out in LA where they snort yay and they pop pillys
Deal up on the blocks when the cops in it
Y'all only round when they not in it
Long as I sip coming down I am not tripping
This is for the bitches that knew me back on Panola Road
Could've never known I'd blow, I'd hate to say I told you so
All my fucking flows are dope, beat me to that comatose
I keep going overboard, I won't stop till I overdose, nigga!
[Hook]
Little itty bitty bitch, ain't nobody worried bout you
Want to get me rich, that's all a young nigga tryna do
Deal with the same old shit, in the same old clique, man ain't nothing new
And when they talking bout them niggas they ain't talking bout you, and that's it