Artist: Ace Spitz f/ E. Ness Album: Fearless Song: Major Typed by: Ace Spitz [Intro] (Ace Spitz) Gyeah!! laughing (echo) Choppas, money and business (E. Ness) Tru Boss, Ace Spitz (echo) Lockness (echo) [Chorus - Ace Spitz] (I do it Major) If I like it, when I see it Imma cop it Tru Boss is the click, we the only niggaz poppin (I do it Major) All day in the trap, I be flippin weight Sale after sale after sale, I be getting cake (I do it Major) Everybody should know I got the hottest flow And every time I get on stage, I always rock the show (I do it Major) I be stuntin, they don't do like me Show respect in the presence of a G nigga!! (I do it Major) [Verse 1 - Ace Spitz] Crack them bottles, Tru Boss my whole crew in here Expect the unexpected, aint no telling what I do this year Blow a couple racks on a whip, maybe two this year Ride thru ya strip wit a bitch, maybe two in there Pussy like a ocean dog, you gone need ya scuba gear J's on my feet, I be fly in the newest wear Killin off these suckas, I been getting to that money too I been getting money, had a drop when I was twenty-two Shitin on the game, still getting at this change When you get a lil fame, all these bitches know ya name Felt the pain all my life, I been sittin in the rain I lost my brother to the system, another victim of the game See the ears see the watch, and the glisten in the chain I Go hard when I bang, like Blake Griffin in the lane And I aint gone stop, Imma keep spttin flames Keep it real til I die, and that shit ah never change!! [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2 - E. Ness] I keep something for you niggas tryna jump the line Everyday my birthday, and Im Duncan Hines Let my man Butta serve you, I don't wanna grind Let my man Ace bomb you, I don't wanna rhyme I keep it on me like I'm Rondonumbanine Detail the whip, it's getting ready for the summertime You niggas do too much, try to undermine You fuck one of mine, I'm like fuck her cuz they come a dime I bend the corner, everybody getting side swiped Fuck you mean worry bout yaself, this is my life Infrared to his head, that's a highlight You niggas couldn't fill my shoes, if they died twice One false move, I turn ya brains into fried rice So fly right, cuz you not eating until ya squad right So Fuck ya B.E.T. Awards and ya five mics and hatin on my IG page, cuz you got 5 likes [Repeat Chorus] [Outro] (E. Ness) Major shit nigga!! Lockness, Ace Spitz, 2-1-5, Rest Ya Neck Entertainment, Gunline Bow!!