All My Sons

Ayee Ayee
Bitch
What

They say why puma mean so rude
Cause these niggas wanna make me food
30s or better you know how we do
Free Iceey boy hang out the coupe
How you outside aint making no loot (Bum)
He a lookout since that's all he do
Fuck from around he aint making no moves
Haa what
Look wock then gang get to tweaking
Boy dumb think we catching a beating
If he talk hot then we send him home bleeding
Call me tom Brady cuz I throw he receive it
Puma maan there's only one of me
Type of nigga ya niggas wanna be
All my
All my
All my sons
Big body swerve threw the lane
Riding in the back just waiting to flame
All my
All my
All my guns
This shit just getting too crazy
So I keep that shit with me on a daily
Ask if I got it on me
Maybe
Try me get rocked like a baby
Bitch say she wanna see me
Pay me
If not kick rocks no freebies
Baby man a ooter like he play for the d league
We both got 24 hours aint hearing no excuse bitch
Get get you some loot bitch
Niggas keep asking for that new shit



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Brown
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