All of Me!
I'm going to give you all of me
I'm going to give you all of me
I'm going to give you all of me, oh
Nigga hella broke and I charge twenty for a feature
I be sendin people music give a fuck about a leaker
And yo man mad I'm ballin and he be sitting in the bleachers
Imma flow up on this bitch feel like simba on the leakers
And I make good money got more of it than my teachers
He tried to run up, now his face is on a t-shirt
And I'm never ever lackin I will always keep a gleeker
Yo bitch off the perc not going to lie she is a tweaker
Swear to god free jahi they got my nigga jammed up
They ran up on my nigga so he had slam him up
About hour go by I start to think about my luck
Nigga got his ass beat started giving info up
Don't know what you heard but niggas wit the shits
Talk to my niggas lil kids told go get the switch
We be totin broad day big glocks and FN's
And I ain't talkin garbage when I'm bout to cop a bin
Nigga chain fake that shit was made of tin
Niggas really be broke that shit start to make me grin
No bread in my bible I consider that sin
I'm just playing with you niggas I ain't talkin next gen
Niggas better lock in cus I'm coming this summer
Imma dunk on your bitch cause I dont got a jumper
Why you playing on my phone how you even get my number?
Got big backwoods and I ain't talking lumber
Hit your bitch, make her dip, bitch you cannot slumber here
Being broke and losing drip I think are my only fears
Draco with a drum yes bitch we got heavy gear
Hollows hit his cousin body, now him whole family feared
Tell yo hoe she too close, get back, she smell weird
All you do is just complain, get the fuck up out my ear
Broke ass nigga still shopping at sears
Ugly ass bitch got a James Harden beard
And that nigga don't like seafood, but I gave him hot shells
And he claim he a demon so I sent his ass to hell
And he thought he was going
up till I shot him and he fell
And my nigga keep a Smith I ain't talking' shark tales
Bitch asked me for some money told her,"Go take a hike"
All you heard was a bow I ain't talkin' like mike
And I always keep a glock I will never ever fight
And he got Twitter fingers all he ever do is type
I'm going to give you all of me
I'm going to give you all of me, oh
Nigga hella broke and I charge twenty for a feature
I be sendin people music give a fuck about a leaker
And yo man mad I'm ballin and he be sitting in the bleachers
Imma flow up on this bitch feel like simba on the leakers
And I make good money got more of it than my teachers
He tried to run up, now his face is on a t-shirt
And I'm never ever lackin I will always keep a gleeker
Yo bitch off the perc not going to lie she is a tweaker
Swear to god free jahi they got my nigga jammed up
They ran up on my nigga so he had slam him up
About hour go by I start to think about my luck
Nigga got his ass beat started giving info up
Don't know what you heard but niggas wit the shits
Talk to my niggas lil kids told go get the switch
We be totin broad day big glocks and FN's
And I ain't talkin garbage when I'm bout to cop a bin
Nigga chain fake that shit was made of tin
Niggas really be broke that shit start to make me grin
No bread in my bible I consider that sin
I'm just playing with you niggas I ain't talkin next gen
Niggas better lock in cus I'm coming this summer
Imma dunk on your bitch cause I dont got a jumper
Why you playing on my phone how you even get my number?
Got big backwoods and I ain't talking lumber
Hit your bitch, make her dip, bitch you cannot slumber here
Being broke and losing drip I think are my only fears
Draco with a drum yes bitch we got heavy gear
Hollows hit his cousin body, now him whole family feared
Tell yo hoe she too close, get back, she smell weird
All you do is just complain, get the fuck up out my ear
Broke ass nigga still shopping at sears
Ugly ass bitch got a James Harden beard
And that nigga don't like seafood, but I gave him hot shells
And he claim he a demon so I sent his ass to hell
And he thought he was going
up till I shot him and he fell
And my nigga keep a Smith I ain't talking' shark tales
Bitch asked me for some money told her,"Go take a hike"
All you heard was a bow I ain't talkin' like mike
And I always keep a glock I will never ever fight
And he got Twitter fingers all he ever do is type
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Writer(s): Quon Wynn
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