F**k All Dat
(Let the BandPlay)
I dunno (huh?)
Okay, f- all that (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b- I'm that rich
Yeah, I just cracked another seal, b- I'm that sick
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
Yeah, yeah, ayy, I'm nothin' like these rat n- (nah, nah)
I mean, I'm nothing like these rap (rap)
And that's a fact, n- yeah, I'm that n- (Key Glock)
Can't get no dap n- but you an get clapped, n- (fire)
Yeah, my n- gon' ride or die (pew)
I brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on 99 (huh)
I bet I g- 'em down (yeah), b- we slangin' iron, uh (slangin')
Yeah, we slangin' iron, just like it's the wild, wild west
Yes (yes), yes, b- yes, uh, this right here
Like a quarter on my chest, yeah, why I do that?
'Cause I'ma make that s- right back, duh (duh, duh)
Duh (stupid), I'ma make that s- right back (on God, b-)
F- all this (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat
Yeah, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons, uh
Yeah (yeah), b- that's another backend, uh (that's another backend)
Yeah, a big backend (big backend)
I sure pulled up on your b- I broke her back in
Yeah, you shoulda seen how I made her back bend (yeah)
And, yeah, I see why you love her, that b- nasty (huh)
The type of b- to put a front on like she classy
Yeah, she belongs to the streets, that b- trashy (trashy, trashy)
Yeah, n- sneak dissin', tell 'em at me
Yeah, I'm the same young n- from them backstreets (on God)
Ridin' 'round with them thangs on the back seat (on God)
Ain't shit changed, mane, huh, I still pack heat (ain't shit changed, mane)
But f- all this (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b- I'm that rich
Yeah, I just cracked another seal, b- I'm that sick
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big Glock
I dunno (huh?)
Okay, f- all that (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b- I'm that rich
Yeah, I just cracked another seal, b- I'm that sick
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
Yeah, yeah, ayy, I'm nothin' like these rat n- (nah, nah)
I mean, I'm nothing like these rap (rap)
And that's a fact, n- yeah, I'm that n- (Key Glock)
Can't get no dap n- but you an get clapped, n- (fire)
Yeah, my n- gon' ride or die (pew)
I brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on 99 (huh)
I bet I g- 'em down (yeah), b- we slangin' iron, uh (slangin')
Yeah, we slangin' iron, just like it's the wild, wild west
Yes (yes), yes, b- yes, uh, this right here
Like a quarter on my chest, yeah, why I do that?
'Cause I'ma make that s- right back, duh (duh, duh)
Duh (stupid), I'ma make that s- right back (on God, b-)
F- all this (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat
Yeah, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons, uh
Yeah (yeah), b- that's another backend, uh (that's another backend)
Yeah, a big backend (big backend)
I sure pulled up on your b- I broke her back in
Yeah, you shoulda seen how I made her back bend (yeah)
And, yeah, I see why you love her, that b- nasty (huh)
The type of b- to put a front on like she classy
Yeah, she belongs to the streets, that b- trashy (trashy, trashy)
Yeah, n- sneak dissin', tell 'em at me
Yeah, I'm the same young n- from them backstreets (on God)
Ridin' 'round with them thangs on the back seat (on God)
Ain't shit changed, mane, huh, I still pack heat (ain't shit changed, mane)
But f- all this (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b- I'm that rich
Yeah, I just cracked another seal, b- I'm that sick
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big Glock
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Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines, Markeyvius Cathey
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