All That (feat. True Grizzy & SlickPayroll)
Aye goin' thru depression and the pain wit' you
Had the love and pain wit' you
And them other lil' niggas want a thang or two
And they sayin' all the things won't do
I gotta get some mo' gotta fresh bin gotta hit some mo
Got some fresh grams whatchu' got indoor
And I'm not a fed that a bet 10-4
Better lay back big clip better spray that
Give a waiter big tip bitch i'm laid back
Caught a quick 6 wit a bit like a Arab
Ouu hunnits blues Jimmy Choo's
Shawty so bad don't gotta change her mood
Shawty want them diamonds ouu
Really love the kid but she gotta she me faith
Gotta feel ya love so i know its kinda realer
Shawty felt astonished when she saw that kind of skrilla
Mind kinda grown but i'm still a lil nigga
One top up dome don't let me pull triggers
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Get shot like that
Grizzy why you rich like that cause I'm in my bag like
Why you got cash like that why you move like that
Why you gotta act like that take a bitch like that
Wit' a bitch like that wit' a snatch like that I don't want her back
And fuck that love and fuck her feelins' don't want her back
And i'm not chasin' pussy chasin' money and thats a fact
I got the city wit' me bitches wit' me and it's a wrap
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Driving for miles on the road we ain't sleepin
While we be chasing the bag you be dreamin
Im up wit the demons i was a knight in the trap we be scheming
Accustomed to breaking shit down on the go
Gasoline inside my car cause i smoke
I stay on top of my mark like a drone
I build a empire using my phone
Meanor them all
Not moving right you get left like a ummm
Bullets gone full up his chest like a drum
Rump bum bum bumm
I leave my dick insider her when she cum
Her nigga don't know how to clap that
She throw it on me make it clap back
Looking at my pockets cause it be so fat fat
And she knows that i be in the trap trap
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Had the love and pain wit' you
And them other lil' niggas want a thang or two
And they sayin' all the things won't do
I gotta get some mo' gotta fresh bin gotta hit some mo
Got some fresh grams whatchu' got indoor
And I'm not a fed that a bet 10-4
Better lay back big clip better spray that
Give a waiter big tip bitch i'm laid back
Caught a quick 6 wit a bit like a Arab
Ouu hunnits blues Jimmy Choo's
Shawty so bad don't gotta change her mood
Shawty want them diamonds ouu
Really love the kid but she gotta she me faith
Gotta feel ya love so i know its kinda realer
Shawty felt astonished when she saw that kind of skrilla
Mind kinda grown but i'm still a lil nigga
One top up dome don't let me pull triggers
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Get shot like that
Grizzy why you rich like that cause I'm in my bag like
Why you got cash like that why you move like that
Why you gotta act like that take a bitch like that
Wit' a bitch like that wit' a snatch like that I don't want her back
And fuck that love and fuck her feelins' don't want her back
And i'm not chasin' pussy chasin' money and thats a fact
I got the city wit' me bitches wit' me and it's a wrap
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Driving for miles on the road we ain't sleepin
While we be chasing the bag you be dreamin
Im up wit the demons i was a knight in the trap we be scheming
Accustomed to breaking shit down on the go
Gasoline inside my car cause i smoke
I stay on top of my mark like a drone
I build a empire using my phone
Meanor them all
Not moving right you get left like a ummm
Bullets gone full up his chest like a drum
Rump bum bum bumm
I leave my dick insider her when she cum
Her nigga don't know how to clap that
She throw it on me make it clap back
Looking at my pockets cause it be so fat fat
And she knows that i be in the trap trap
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Hot pole comb when we spot that
Gotta drop that blue foreign wit' the top back
Bitch im all that
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Adrien
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