All Ur Friends
Yeah Yeah Yeah
This ain't that and that ain't this
Pull up with all of your bitches they 10s
But you a lil different then all of your friends
You stepping different then all of them hoes
We thug to the end
Killin the hen
Thumbing through Ben's
I'm ain't from Jackson I'ma spinning the Benz
Splitting her wig
Ain't nun of this hype
Slide with the chrome I ain't riding no bike
Bih spill my liquor I'm ready to dive
Rockin this Cuban ain't flood it wit ice
Play wit lil Ezzy outta yo mind
Ha ready to die
Spirit to LA ain't bougie I'm high
I am not Biggie in Cali I'm fine
Hand me the scissors I'm bussing it down
Child lock the car have a fuck nigga crying
Thought you was living dat life
Up'n them poles and we taking your golds
Then they move like a turtle they ready hide
Lemme find out you ain't living this life
Pick out two jigga got four different kinds
Codeine out the bottle ain't sipping no sprite
Dilly say smack the lil hoe and I might
Outta the plans cuh you blowing my high
Look in my eyes see I'm not - going
Cuban lil hoe but she thick as my Samoan
Shout out to K Dot it's hard to control it
A Nigga be having them urge for poking
But Only because I'm deserving them Porsches
Hop out a stolo I'm leaving it open
This ain't that and that ain't this
Pull up with all of your bitches they 10s
But you a lil different then all of your friends
You stepping different then all of them hoes
We thug to the end
Killin the hen
Thumbing through Ben's
I'm ain't from Jackson I'ma spinning the Benz
Splitting her wig
This ain't that and that ain't this
Pull up with all of your bitches they 10s
But you a lil different then all of your friends
You stepping different then all of them hoes
We thug to the end
Killin the hen
Thumbing through Ben's
I'm ain't from Jackson I'ma spinning the Benz
Splitting her wig
Ain't nun of this hype
Slide with the chrome I ain't riding no bike
Bih spill my liquor I'm ready to dive
Rockin this Cuban ain't flood it wit ice
Play wit lil Ezzy outta yo mind
Ha ready to die
Spirit to LA ain't bougie I'm high
I am not Biggie in Cali I'm fine
Hand me the scissors I'm bussing it down
Child lock the car have a fuck nigga crying
Thought you was living dat life
Up'n them poles and we taking your golds
Then they move like a turtle they ready hide
Lemme find out you ain't living this life
Pick out two jigga got four different kinds
Codeine out the bottle ain't sipping no sprite
Dilly say smack the lil hoe and I might
Outta the plans cuh you blowing my high
Look in my eyes see I'm not - going
Cuban lil hoe but she thick as my Samoan
Shout out to K Dot it's hard to control it
A Nigga be having them urge for poking
But Only because I'm deserving them Porsches
Hop out a stolo I'm leaving it open
This ain't that and that ain't this
Pull up with all of your bitches they 10s
But you a lil different then all of your friends
You stepping different then all of them hoes
We thug to the end
Killin the hen
Thumbing through Ben's
I'm ain't from Jackson I'ma spinning the Benz
Splitting her wig
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Writer(s): Eric Smith
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