Home Invasion Lyrics - Ace Hood

Playa (hater) 

Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round) 

Lay on the ground, 

You've been robbed 

Wake up (Wake up) 

Open the door (Open the door) 

Lay on the floor, 

You've been robbed 

Uh! Nigga I smell murda 

Glock 9, but them niggas turn up 

10 killas in the Chevy 

Nigga 16 with the burner 

Teller put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, actin funny with the cash hah? 

Ok, niggas wanna play dumb-dumb 

Dirty glocks, never knowin' where they come from 

Bang, motherfucker get low 

Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose 

Killas stay lurkin and they do it on purpose 

I just tell em keep shootin like they tryna overdose 

Keep playin with a real nigga 

You gon end up in the box like Hilfiger 

Yea, man you lookin at a gorilla 

I don't like no niggas holdin niggas' glock like a 4 wheeler 

Cus that bitch go to kickin, blue caine 

All black when I'm ridin, Bruce Wayne 

Niggas bump to the money, Hussein 

Never change them true, 2 Chainz 

Hundred grand to yo boys like loose change 

Better hush for that choppa wanna do things 

Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang! 

Nigga! 

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Playa (hater) 

Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round) 

Lay on the ground, 

You've been robbed 

Phone call from my Haitian homie say Papi got the good yay 

No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way 

Call the homies, they gon run up on him, got sticks a waving too late 

You know what I came for so don't play 

Leave 100 O's round where you stay 

Lawd, somebody call the popo 

Snitch niggas die slow 

Will they ever catch me? 

Pussy nigga nono 

Runnin out yo mouth, I'm just hopin you about it 

Every nigga with me, boy that ready get started 

No patdowns when I walk up in the party, 

Smoking that stank, who he think he, Bob Marley? 

No games 

When I pull up in that foreign kill niggas 

Hood nation, motherfucker, Real niggas 

Won't stop, getting money, deal with it 

Yea I'm fuckin yo bitch, I'm still in it 

No tips on a whip so you see me in it 

I can run through a clip, less than 2 minutes 

Bang bang, reload til it start clickin 

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Playa (hater) 

Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round) 

Lay on the ground, 

You've been robbed 

Uh, half a drank like who gave you? 

Move caine, I've been Abel 

Bakin soda, no label 

TV on but no cable 

Streets talkin, I heard em 

Hands out but curd him 

He don't wanna work, he just wanted work 

That he can handout and just burn him 

Heard it all before though 

Then went and copped the 4 do 

Told pop I needed 4 mo 

He texted back like fo sho 

10 choppas goin fofo 

Come fofo, crack blow do 

Had em all magnets 

Why we don't spoke 

I mean no speak, I thought I won't eat, nah 

I'm tied niggas, tired niggas 

Quick to talk how they tie niggas 

I'm on the block like who's tied nigga 

Gun is cocked like who's fine quicker 

Corner pack like those my niggas 

G spots, we rackin em 

Church guarded, I'm backin em 

That's a lot of money, we stackin em 

Playa (hater) 

Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round) 

Lay on the ground, 

You've been robbed 

Wake up (Wake up) 

Open the door (Open the door) 

Lay on the floor, 

You've been robbed