All I Know
McCulloh Homes USA all a nigga know
Dirt Bikes, pit bulls where my money go
My baby mom bitching (bitching) that I'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home
I 'm a thug nigga, a lil thug nigga
Counting stacks in front the bar, I'm a drug dealer
I got black tops, O's on weed too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew
Dope out, the coke out, trying to sell this dro out
Take off kind of early to get them new dopes out
Been in my closet, pop the tag bring the Lo out
Can take the hood out for pizza boy I bring dough out
Sour every hour, boy I get smoked out
Go to where they sell bongs and buy a whole row out (let me get that rack)
I'm quiet when I'm high but the purp is a loud mouth (shut your ass up)
My tops in they thrash, smell crack in they damn house (stink in here)
In a damn truck, damn slut, somebody baby mom fun
Heard she suck a lot of dick, so I be rolling blunts
Getting smoke, getting dough, those two things bring getting hoes
And I got this habit when getting head I like to tilt my fitted low
Four and a half, screaming O's
Pitching in my city yo
Its scratches on my Kx but that (dirt bike noise) sound pretty though
Fluffy coke, that pretty coke, one hundred and twenty grams that's pretty dope
You get them ugly ass fucking high prices, I get them where they pretty low (where at)
Gettyesburg, PA all a nigga know (you dig)
Reeboks, blunts of loud where my money go (I don't know)
My baby mom bitching, that i'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home (yes sir)
I'm a fly nigga, a straight fly nigga
Got them hoes on my jock cause I'm a pimp nigga
Got reeboks, gucci and haze too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew (yo)
Bonez say bring that purp out
Cause that purp a loud mouth (yes sir)
Hit that shit bout two times, damn near blew my chest out
Fuck it I'm a dope boy, AKA young drug dealer
Clicked up with my brothers again, man I swear I love them niggaz
Shit we do got prospect (yes sir), shit ya'll do get no respect
Baby momma tripping on me, fuck it I ain't going back
Kids get on my fucking nerves, but I love my kids though
Touch them if you want to, shots go at your head bro
Stunting is a regular three chains across my neck bitch
Fitted cap be fresh to death, shades match my outfit (yes sir)
Whoadie I am bout this, so please don't second guess me
Smoke so many blunts of loud I think I need my lungs cleaned
Catch me on my Bone lean, me and my niggaz stay clean
Swimming with them blue dolphins, call that shit my blue beam
Whoadie I stay smoked out (do what), whoadie I stay smoked out (do what)
Whoadie I stay smoked out (do what), whoadie I stay smoked out (yes sir)
Mcculloh Homes USA all a nigga know
Dirt Bikes, pit bulls where my money go
My baby mom bitching (bitching) that I'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home
I 'm a thug nigga, a lil thug nigga
Counting stacks in front the bar, I'm a drug dealer
I got black tops, O's on weed too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew
Gettyesburg, PA all a nigga know
Reeboks, blunts of loud where my money go
My baby mom bitching, that i'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home
I'm a fly nigga, a straight fly nigga
Got them hoes on my jock cause I'm a pimp nigga
Got reeboks, gucci and haze too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew
Dirt Bikes, pit bulls where my money go
My baby mom bitching (bitching) that I'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home
I 'm a thug nigga, a lil thug nigga
Counting stacks in front the bar, I'm a drug dealer
I got black tops, O's on weed too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew
Dope out, the coke out, trying to sell this dro out
Take off kind of early to get them new dopes out
Been in my closet, pop the tag bring the Lo out
Can take the hood out for pizza boy I bring dough out
Sour every hour, boy I get smoked out
Go to where they sell bongs and buy a whole row out (let me get that rack)
I'm quiet when I'm high but the purp is a loud mouth (shut your ass up)
My tops in they thrash, smell crack in they damn house (stink in here)
In a damn truck, damn slut, somebody baby mom fun
Heard she suck a lot of dick, so I be rolling blunts
Getting smoke, getting dough, those two things bring getting hoes
And I got this habit when getting head I like to tilt my fitted low
Four and a half, screaming O's
Pitching in my city yo
Its scratches on my Kx but that (dirt bike noise) sound pretty though
Fluffy coke, that pretty coke, one hundred and twenty grams that's pretty dope
You get them ugly ass fucking high prices, I get them where they pretty low (where at)
Gettyesburg, PA all a nigga know (you dig)
Reeboks, blunts of loud where my money go (I don't know)
My baby mom bitching, that i'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home (yes sir)
I'm a fly nigga, a straight fly nigga
Got them hoes on my jock cause I'm a pimp nigga
Got reeboks, gucci and haze too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew (yo)
Bonez say bring that purp out
Cause that purp a loud mouth (yes sir)
Hit that shit bout two times, damn near blew my chest out
Fuck it I'm a dope boy, AKA young drug dealer
Clicked up with my brothers again, man I swear I love them niggaz
Shit we do got prospect (yes sir), shit ya'll do get no respect
Baby momma tripping on me, fuck it I ain't going back
Kids get on my fucking nerves, but I love my kids though
Touch them if you want to, shots go at your head bro
Stunting is a regular three chains across my neck bitch
Fitted cap be fresh to death, shades match my outfit (yes sir)
Whoadie I am bout this, so please don't second guess me
Smoke so many blunts of loud I think I need my lungs cleaned
Catch me on my Bone lean, me and my niggaz stay clean
Swimming with them blue dolphins, call that shit my blue beam
Whoadie I stay smoked out (do what), whoadie I stay smoked out (do what)
Whoadie I stay smoked out (do what), whoadie I stay smoked out (yes sir)
Mcculloh Homes USA all a nigga know
Dirt Bikes, pit bulls where my money go
My baby mom bitching (bitching) that I'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home
I 'm a thug nigga, a lil thug nigga
Counting stacks in front the bar, I'm a drug dealer
I got black tops, O's on weed too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew
Gettyesburg, PA all a nigga know
Reeboks, blunts of loud where my money go
My baby mom bitching, that i'm always gone
My strip sun shine pussy I ain't never coming home
I'm a fly nigga, a straight fly nigga
Got them hoes on my jock cause I'm a pimp nigga
Got reeboks, gucci and haze too
I got dealers and killers throughout my whole crew
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Dabney
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