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Jace Iayze - 7 Man Army Lyrics

[Intro: Sgpwes]
I got bit' Margiela on my coat
I just love your bitch, she give me throat
That boy tryna flex on me, he joke
I can't go out bad, I ain't no hoe
When I take this Xanax, overdose
I hop in that Tesla, and then I go
Thought he was my gang, but he a foe

[Chorus: Jace!]
I just walked in with that bitch, yeah, it gon' get him gone
She wanna fuck on me, like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on"
Glock on me, shoot it fast, and it's two-tone (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
You get smoked, lil' nigga, if you do wrong (If you ever— yeah)
I win evеry day, bitch, you get two months
That lil' bitch say I do too much, she say I bought much
Smokin' opps too much
Boy, don't get yo' roof bust
Big body, but it feel likе a bus
My hobby is fuckin' hoes, and coutin' funds

[Verse 1: Jace!]
Your hobby is bein' broke and coutin' 1's
New money just came in, we up
That Helmut Lang in, we up
How you been since you fell off? How you hangin', stupid fuck?
I was finna take yo' bitch, but that bitch lame as fuck
Heard he sneak dissin', and we got him push up
Boy, yo' bitch in my phone, she like, "Where you pushin' up?"
We on yo' top, we know you scared, boy, loosen up
I ain't gotta shoot that boy, I let my shooter up
[Chorus: Jace!]
I just walked in with that bitch, yeah, it gon' get him gone
She wanna fuck on me, like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on"
Glock on me, shoot it fast, and it's two-tone (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
You get smoked, lil' nigga, if you do wrong (If you ever— yeah)
I win every day, bitch, you get two months
That lil' bitch say I do too much, she say I bought much
Smokin' opps too much
Boy, don't get yo' roof bust
Big body, but it feel like a bus
My hobby is fuckin' hoes, and coutin' funds

[Verse 2: IceBoxHesh]
Smokin' exotic, fam, we smokin' that [?]
I got that bitch on my lap, and I'ma up that fire-fire-fire-fire-fire
I'm finna fuck that bitch, on God, I'm makin' her moan, and I'm makin' her cry
Shout out to Wave, no Rod, and that bitch on my lap, and she up that fire
She wanna turn up, all night, oh
I'm fuckin' that bitch, and I'm smack her ass
[?]
She said, "[?]", and my homeboy thought the same thing
[?] gang, her boyfriend a lame, she don't love him
Got that Trackhawk, yeah, it zoom, I say, "Vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom"
We totin' sticks, talkin' on his shit
[?]
I walk in to the function, and you know I got my stick
[Verse 3: BabyManny]
Yeah, twenty-K advance, lil' boy, I'm too up
3.5 that blunt, lil' boy, I'm too stuck
Yeah, what you got that blick for, if you ain't gon' shoot nun'? Uh
Yeah, she wan' fuck with me, 'cause I'm way cooler
[?] on my jeans, Ksubi denim cost like two-hunnid'
Bro just got a Trackhawk, why your broke-ass in it two times?
[?] my niggas, that's the best way, make 'em shoot sum'
I would cop that bitch, but that bitch drive in some [?]
Smack me like a presser
[?]

[Verse 4: Jonoftf]
Yeah, we hop in that Rari', we goin' too fast
I see a bad bitch, make her numb in the ass
[?]
[?] smash or pass
Fuck school, used to skip my class
Walk in the bank, and I laugh (Ha)
[?]
A nigga like me be gettin' to the racks
A nigga like me be gettin' to the cash
A nigga like me be fuckin' on yo' ho'
Oh, that's yo' ho? I didn't even know
If he want some smoke, I'm callin' my bro
I'm sippin' that lean, I pourin' up 4
[Verse 5: Sgpwes]
I drop bands, money, good lord
Hop in that 'Vet, you get hit with the 'Tec, get thrown off the deck
Yeah, you know I get what I want, yeah, you know I get what I want (Uh)
Yeah, you know I get what I want, why would you try to stunt?
I got bit' Margiela on my coat
I just love your bitch, she give me throat
That boy tryna flex on me, he joke
I can't go out bad, I ain't no hoe
When I take this Xanax, overdose
I hop in that Tesla, and then I go
Thought he was my gang, but he a foe

[Verse 6: Lawsy]
You can't hold me like no bitch, I'ma shoot back
I saw the loan, bitch, I only need a [?]
I make racks like [?]
Fuck that bitch, and [?]
No [?]
Ain't smokin' loud, you smokin' boof, [?]
[?], lil' bro, we smokin' on Two-Pace
New whip, new car, the SRT go too fast

[Verse 7: Luwopxo]
Heard he talkin' dunk, guess we on a new pack
New whip, new 'Scat, I can't never lose, yeah
I don't want yo' bitch no more, lil' bro, come get yo' boo back
Lil' bro go out bad, he hit my phone, he want it too bad
All I take is W's, lil' bitch, no, I can't lose, yeah
Diamonds shinin' bright, man, this shit wetter than a pool, yeah (Yeah)
(Need to let it go)
Woah, young nigga, I stack up all my racks, like that Ghost
He the hoe I talk about in real life, he don't want no smoke, woah
We gon' post on the 'Gram, [?] let that pole go
And we got that bag, yeah, lil' bitch, yeah, bounce on the dick, yeah, just like Pogo
Heard you wanna don't wanna go through shit, yeah, what you got that pole for?
(What you got that pole for?)
(Heard you wanna don't wanna go through shit, lil' nigga, like why what you got that pole for?)

[Chorus: iayze]
I just walked in with that bitch, yeah, it gon' get him gone
She wanna fuck on me, like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on"
Glock on me, shoot it fast, and it's two-tone (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
You get smoked, lil' nigga, if you do wrong (If you ever—, yeah)
I win every day, bitch, you get two months
That lil' bitch say I do too much, she say I bought much
Smokin', high, too much
Boy done get yo' roof bust
Big body, but it feel like a bus
My hobby is fuckin' hoes, and coutin' funds