All Day (feat. Lil Gotit & Lil Keed)
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
7:30, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (oh, yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (ooh)
Slatt business, no rat business, what's happenin'?
Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak), fashion statement when I'm steppin' it
I'm with StickBaby, stick is my preference
Call the young niggas and walk out at Jeffery's
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead Presis, know how that we stackin'
We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like Barbarian
Due to the fake love, Biscotti, I'm coughin'
I'm coughin', I need me some motherfuckin' medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant
Big opp' shit, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
That's two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F.N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence
Let you know not to tell a nigga again (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
Let go the stand, I let go my ho (slatt)
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
7:30, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (oh, yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (hold on the drip)
Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains (ooh)
Yeah, I'm rockin' Margielas
I'm droppin' the top, and I'm in all vintage (oh, yeah)
Yeah, she givin' the drop on the opp', so his car is all dented
You'll never know what them Slimes did
Never ever, just know you'll fail the mission
Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business (let's go)
Five-star meals, now I'm sayin' my grace
I ain't no ho, so you know that I'm straight
You can give us tests, I'm YSL-dripped down, know we gon' ace it
I'm wearin' all white in a red coupe, dawg, lookin' just like drip me
I'm with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit so slatt business
Know I'ma pop it like always (pop it), stackin' it up tall ways (hood baby)
Diamonds on Wendy's Frosty, yeah, I been cold all day (hood baby)
All my brothers on my team, know they ball like Spalding (hood baby)
My lil' partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know I'm all in (slatt, slatt, slatt)
In, in when it come to you (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
7:30, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (oh, yeah, let's go)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star (hood baby)
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings (hood baby)
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (hood baby)
Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
7:30, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (oh, yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (ooh)
Slatt business, no rat business, what's happenin'?
Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak), fashion statement when I'm steppin' it
I'm with StickBaby, stick is my preference
Call the young niggas and walk out at Jeffery's
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead Presis, know how that we stackin'
We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like Barbarian
Due to the fake love, Biscotti, I'm coughin'
I'm coughin', I need me some motherfuckin' medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant
Big opp' shit, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
That's two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F.N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence
Let you know not to tell a nigga again (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
Let go the stand, I let go my ho (slatt)
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
7:30, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (oh, yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (hold on the drip)
Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains (ooh)
Yeah, I'm rockin' Margielas
I'm droppin' the top, and I'm in all vintage (oh, yeah)
Yeah, she givin' the drop on the opp', so his car is all dented
You'll never know what them Slimes did
Never ever, just know you'll fail the mission
Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business (let's go)
Five-star meals, now I'm sayin' my grace
I ain't no ho, so you know that I'm straight
You can give us tests, I'm YSL-dripped down, know we gon' ace it
I'm wearin' all white in a red coupe, dawg, lookin' just like drip me
I'm with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit so slatt business
Know I'ma pop it like always (pop it), stackin' it up tall ways (hood baby)
Diamonds on Wendy's Frosty, yeah, I been cold all day (hood baby)
All my brothers on my team, know they ball like Spalding (hood baby)
My lil' partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know I'm all in (slatt, slatt, slatt)
In, in when it come to you (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
7:30, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (oh, yeah, let's go)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star (hood baby)
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings (hood baby)
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (hood baby)
Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kristina Hicks, Shawn Campbell, Edwin Serrano, Cody Simpson
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