Ace Hood - Cosmic Kev (Freestyle) lyrics

('Grove Street Party' beat) Ok, now pocket full of money b**hes think I'm bowlegged Jumping outta that Phantom Strapped up like a tool-shed Play me like a s**a', leave you in a blood-bed Big fire in my waistline, and I'll bust mine into yo' head SK's, M16's, and AK's I'm totin' Ridin' round with my dreads down and my young n***as ferocious See they be on some other, sister mother brother All my people strapped up, and they keep their's in their cupboard Homie, I'm just tryna' party, Rosay don't do Bacardi My b**hes like it thick, that p**y wet as a tsunami I jump into her waters and explore her like safari I swear my money old, smellin' louder than a Sharpie I'm a wild a** n***a, show me where that paper at All about my dolla' signs, that should be my zodiac Man, you n***as super wack, hit me with the track, and I murder that Man you n***as too coffee, hate yo' raps I be statin' hip-hop facts Young n***a, come see hip-hop back A-C-E, the best un-wack And you just here to clean the mats ('We be Steady Mobbin' beat) OK, now welcome to my drumline Pistol by my waistline Homie run up on me, give him 30 like it's breaktime Tell him 'have a nice day' I do sh** the right way If you hata's hatin', y'all are sweeter than a rice-cake Used to ride a Hyundai Now I'm in some new sh** I can blow a 100, check the bank like "that a'int do sh**" I be on that cool sh** Dining in that Ruth Chris Ask me what I'm doin', still hustlin' tryna' get rich I be goin' beast mode Fly-fitted T on Guess what's by the belt tho' Call that b**h 'Just me Alone' All black, no chrome Chevy painted two-tone Neck full of ice like somebody turned the lights on Swaggin' with a redbone I just call her 'headphones' Love it when she sing the music right into my mic'phone Ha, and n***a you don't want no problem That AK-40, you can solve 'em (unknown beat, please tell me in comments) My n***a Kid-Go, he just bought a trey-pound And he'll bust a n***a, I just call him greyhound My top got an attitude, so it stay down I hate talkin' so I gotta keep a gun 'round Plus an extra clip, another 20 rounds See me chisel up, you betta' know it's going down See, I'm a problem, yeah on the beats boy Hear you other guys like 'mmm chew toy' Uh, well I'm a beast and on some other shh See, y'all ain't ever seen this, it's like a mother-ship Yeah, and everyday I'm gettin' scholarships Best Brain, I should nickname it 'collarship' Get it? Haha, 'collarship' My mindframe so frickin' outta here 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears' album of the damn year Better ask Cosmic Kev, I'm the real deal Ha, yeah, see I'm the real deal Better pa** on this Ace at a new deal Chea! Uh! (unknown beat, please tell me in comments) Well I'm a We The best gangsta' Knife by my ankle Hold my label down like a mufreakin' anchor All about the paper like a mufreakin' staple Rocks in the watch, ain't talkin' bout cradle Real n***a hear, while you otha' boys fable Ride with a snitch, that can end up bein' fatal Shoot you in ya' spine, now ya' body disabled Gotta pay feva, disconnected like cable Ridin' in that 7, got it painted all maple Yeah, I'm talkin' syrup, leather outta Europe Call my n***a Kev, tell him "Hood finna' burn 'em" Load another beat, come and listen to the sermon Pockets on Sherman, club with the dumb flow I be with a bad 'ho, moving in that new ghost And I'm ridin' two 4's, top where? Who knows Tank top camos, Strapped like Rambo Paint's on slime, I should name the b**h Vado I don't, see a n***a out 'chere, cause they know I'm out 'chere. Yeah, a n***a out chere Wanna' make a hit, well homie I can be yo' counselor Shouts to my n***a Meek Mill, that's for real though Came out to Philly, ate a steak before my night show, Uh! Ha, I'm a beast on the instrumentals Kev, sorry for my incidentals