All Those

Rackies big bens i need all those
Tell them niggas i need all those
Tell them hoes i need all those
I need all those
Yeah that Glock got extensions like the orange cord
Damn
I need all those
Tell them hoes i need all those
Rackies big bens I need all those
Fuck what these niggas saying cus they all hoes
One call line him up like a barcode
Once you start ain't no forgiving bitch my heart cold
It's hard to shine when living with this dark soul
I hit the block get it jumping like it's par-core
Yeah that Glock got extensions like the orange cord
Yeah that glock got extensions like the orange cord
Stacked up racked up it wasn't easy
Rest up big seem, big geechie
Wake up 3 G's in a leafy
If i don't smoke then my problems start to eat
It be hard trust a hoe i know they pick and choosing
Crooked nigga cheat the game if I get to loosing
Chasing M's bussing trap while they get to snoozing
My neighbors hate me why he listen to that nigga music
He really capping why you listen to that nigga music
The world drawing it ain't wrong til a nigga do it
I just chill speak the real think I'm getting fluent
I bust this steel that's for real if you getting stupid
Don't change maintain my heart got flames
Glock hold 17 it bang you slain
What's sun without rain no pain no gain
I don't count my days i know we straight
Rackies big bens I need all those
Fuck what these niggas saying cus they all hoes
One call line him up like a barcode
Once you start ain't no forgiving bitch my heart cold
It's hard to shine when living with this dark soul
I hit the block get it jumping like it's par-core
Yeah that Glock got extensions like the orange cord
Yeah that glock got extensions like the orange cord
Empty soul ain't point in tryna love me
Barely in the Stu I be posted where them thugs be
Punch a nigga stomp a nigga it ain't above me
But everybody dumping triggers so I tuck heat
All the ones that be there I appreciate it
Make the ops live in fear tell em keep on hating
Bitch you can see I'm faded
This youngin ea made it
Fast Money keep me patient
But bitch don't keep me waiting
Blue cookies in the blunt this a moon walk
Ain't it funny how that heat make em cool off
Can't tell em shit niggas singing like a blues songs
Rats go in a ditch ain't man enough to get a headstone
Bitch i be too gone
Turn up til we too on
Young finesser make right outta two wrongs
Don't run up cause you hungry eat these bullets get spoon full
Money on mind focused on what I do it for
Rackies big bens I need all those
Fuck what these niggas saying cus they all hoes
One call line him up like a barcode
Once you start ain't no forgiving bitch my heart cold
It's hard to shine when living with this dark soul
I hit the block get it jumping like it's par-core
Yeah that Glock got extensions like the orange cord
Yeah that glock got extensions like the orange cord
Stacked up racked up it wasn't easy
Rest up big seem, big geechie



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Writer(s): Uzziyah Davis
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