All Kinds
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
This bitch wanna fuck for a check
This bitch tryna give me neck
This a hoe a waste of my breath
Where were you when I was broke
Where were you when I ain't blow
These stupid hoes slept
I'm on to the next
Never been one who gon pull up and flex
I pull up with two like the lines in the $
You know that I got it just look how I dress
Now I
Pull up in this bitch with the set
These bitches always tryna give me neck
Hoe these shoes cost more than an arm and a leg
And the ice on your neck
Better give me my respect
And these hoes tryna hit me line
So I hit decline
Pass em through the yellow lines
Give em to whoever next
Tell these bitches all the time
You the only one of mine
Cause the rest are dimes
Hoe I got another bitch on deck
And these bitches don't know
What the fuck I be on
These pussy boys just be rocking VLONE
Runnin round thinking they tough with the chrome
Talking they shit aiming one at your dome
But sooner or later they in they own songs
Let's pray for the weak everyone sing along
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
Yeah yeah yeah
Whole gang in the booth
Eighth of the shrooms
Then I smoke on the roof
Ándale Ándale
Money times two
We not the same
You don't know how I move
Diamonds they glisten and shine
I'm styling
Keep no bitch around me
They don't get that I'm wyling
Patek looking pretty
Fuck around and might cop it
Stop it
Everybody with me get violent
I am the shit on the hood of a wraith
I don't freeze up molly melt my face
I don't need no handouts you a disgrace
I don't warm up
I came ready to play (Okay)
My tree give me allergies
I don't see no one in sight who ain't proud of me
I got like 20 hoes on the road
Bitch you ain't real
Disappear with the smoke
You know how it go
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
Everyday I'm on ice
Won't tell you twice
The fuck out my way
Imma risk my life
Don't kill my vibe
Ride with the tribe
Baby I'm so high
I don't even try
Don't even try
And all kind of ice
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
This bitch wanna fuck for a check
This bitch tryna give me neck
This a hoe a waste of my breath
Where were you when I was broke
Where were you when I ain't blow
These stupid hoes slept
I'm on to the next
Never been one who gon pull up and flex
I pull up with two like the lines in the $
You know that I got it just look how I dress
Now I
Pull up in this bitch with the set
These bitches always tryna give me neck
Hoe these shoes cost more than an arm and a leg
And the ice on your neck
Better give me my respect
And these hoes tryna hit me line
So I hit decline
Pass em through the yellow lines
Give em to whoever next
Tell these bitches all the time
You the only one of mine
Cause the rest are dimes
Hoe I got another bitch on deck
And these bitches don't know
What the fuck I be on
These pussy boys just be rocking VLONE
Runnin round thinking they tough with the chrome
Talking they shit aiming one at your dome
But sooner or later they in they own songs
Let's pray for the weak everyone sing along
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
Yeah yeah yeah
Whole gang in the booth
Eighth of the shrooms
Then I smoke on the roof
Ándale Ándale
Money times two
We not the same
You don't know how I move
Diamonds they glisten and shine
I'm styling
Keep no bitch around me
They don't get that I'm wyling
Patek looking pretty
Fuck around and might cop it
Stop it
Everybody with me get violent
I am the shit on the hood of a wraith
I don't freeze up molly melt my face
I don't need no handouts you a disgrace
I don't warm up
I came ready to play (Okay)
My tree give me allergies
I don't see no one in sight who ain't proud of me
I got like 20 hoes on the road
Bitch you ain't real
Disappear with the smoke
You know how it go
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
All kind of bags
And all kind of ice
I gotta bad bitch
Begging for pipe
We ain't love
It's all for the night
Smoke keep my windows tented when I ride
Everyday I'm on ice
Won't tell you twice
The fuck out my way
Imma risk my life
Don't kill my vibe
Ride with the tribe
Baby I'm so high
I don't even try
Don't even try
Credits
Writer(s): Chap
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