I Want It All
Oh he trapper of the century I want all of that
Telling niggas peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
I got twenty toes down we ain't falling back
Niggas want it all but can't handle
Future looking brighter than this chain around my neck
So go and tell that next nigga I'm already next
Wifebeater on nigga I ain't had to flex
Pulled up on your bitch and I still get her wet
My nigga said let's ride shit and I ain't even dressed yet
Never had a hand lent shit made me possessive
Turned me to a young beast in my late teens
Hit the fucking show already faded on the scene
Rarely off the sticky so you know what I mean
Hutch need a bean probably got it in my jeans
I be rolling rolling
Reminiscing really never found that four leaf clover
Fuck it I don't need it yeah my own been holding
I been pushing uphill need a bigger bolder
They can't fucking hold me I want center of attention
Cut-throat nigga cutting through all of the tension
Surrounded by kin so I don't want friendships
Try to catch up to me when I switch dimensions bitch
Oh he trapper of the century I want all of that
Tell them peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
Twenty toes down we ain't falling back
Niggas want it all but can't handle
Future looking brighter than this chain around my neck
So go and tell that next nigga I'm already next
Stuckboi stuckboi stuckboi
This that get it off the ground shit fuck them niggas they aint come around shit
Now they want some bread when they around it found it
The shit that make these bitches show you love
But I been knew not to trust she make plans I show her up
Can't ride shotgun put my niggas in the front uh uh
They do favors for return
They aint even your flex I rock what I earn
Shit I guess I never learn
If you ain't popping niggas ain't going to give what you deserve
Why you think I want it all why you think I hurt
Why you think I'm flexing up this world be on dirt
I can't be one of them niggas who going to change for the fame
Oh he don't want no smoke no more I came with the gang
Probably die by the pussy so I go out with a bang
With nothing on my mind the same way that I came RIP Mac
Oh he trapper of the century I want all of that
Tell them peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
Twenty toes down we ain't falling back
Niggas want it all but can't handle
Future looking brighter than this chain around my neck
So go and tell that next nigga I'm already next
Telling niggas peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
I got twenty toes down we ain't falling back
Niggas want it all but can't handle
Future looking brighter than this chain around my neck
So go and tell that next nigga I'm already next
Wifebeater on nigga I ain't had to flex
Pulled up on your bitch and I still get her wet
My nigga said let's ride shit and I ain't even dressed yet
Never had a hand lent shit made me possessive
Turned me to a young beast in my late teens
Hit the fucking show already faded on the scene
Rarely off the sticky so you know what I mean
Hutch need a bean probably got it in my jeans
I be rolling rolling
Reminiscing really never found that four leaf clover
Fuck it I don't need it yeah my own been holding
I been pushing uphill need a bigger bolder
They can't fucking hold me I want center of attention
Cut-throat nigga cutting through all of the tension
Surrounded by kin so I don't want friendships
Try to catch up to me when I switch dimensions bitch
Oh he trapper of the century I want all of that
Tell them peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
Twenty toes down we ain't falling back
Niggas want it all but can't handle
Future looking brighter than this chain around my neck
So go and tell that next nigga I'm already next
Stuckboi stuckboi stuckboi
This that get it off the ground shit fuck them niggas they aint come around shit
Now they want some bread when they around it found it
The shit that make these bitches show you love
But I been knew not to trust she make plans I show her up
Can't ride shotgun put my niggas in the front uh uh
They do favors for return
They aint even your flex I rock what I earn
Shit I guess I never learn
If you ain't popping niggas ain't going to give what you deserve
Why you think I want it all why you think I hurt
Why you think I'm flexing up this world be on dirt
I can't be one of them niggas who going to change for the fame
Oh he don't want no smoke no more I came with the gang
Probably die by the pussy so I go out with a bang
With nothing on my mind the same way that I came RIP Mac
Oh he trapper of the century I want all of that
Tell them peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
Twenty toes down we ain't falling back
Niggas want it all but can't handle
Future looking brighter than this chain around my neck
So go and tell that next nigga I'm already next
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Writer(s): Ronald Mcknight
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