All Kind's (A)
You know what the fuck goin on nigga
Wop
Yop, yop, yop
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
You don't even want to talk about guns I got a variety (I got a variety)
I caught a opp hit him with shotgun like he riding beside me (Boom)
The only time I got my handout Is when I go catch me a body (Graaa, Graaa, Graaa)
My nigga get high off Reggie he don't smoke Za It give him anxiety (Haha)
Imma pop out with that cutter
Got bread on me and butter
You knew she ate the gang up and you still trynna go love her (Dummy)
You cheated on your bitch for a gang hoe boy you a sucker (Boy you a dummy)
Melly a dog for real he catch the opps he gone need a muzzle (He gone get you)
Na for real, nigga gone get on your ass
Fuck the opps they don't get no pass
I ain't doing no talking show me something so I can put a nigga In a bag
Opps be eager to die they don't give a fuck If they make they momma sad
I'll smoke one of these niggas and pull they momma If they momma bad
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
I can't talk money with certain niggas they don't know that language (At all)
The ones that smile In your face and hate them niggas Is dangerous (Gotta watch em)
They act like they want me to blow but really they don't want to see me famous (Nah)
The way Im balling on these niggas you gone think I'm Calvin Cambrige (Boy)
The way I'm balling on these niggas you gone think Im the old MJ (Ha)
Put a bag on top your head lil bro gone head get him out the way (Gone head)
Better not go with your move nigga run up on me he gone die today (Dummy)
I was gone hit him with the Glock but he talking to hot so I hit him with the K
(Come here)
You know Im trained to pop out
Imma real hitter I walk down (Im walking down)
When this chop mutilate a nigga body they gone mark him lost and not found
(Lost and found)
Im sliding through the opps section with two pistols on me right now
Trying to John Wick something plus they both got titties thats a 100 rounds
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
Wop
Yop, yop, yop
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
You don't even want to talk about guns I got a variety (I got a variety)
I caught a opp hit him with shotgun like he riding beside me (Boom)
The only time I got my handout Is when I go catch me a body (Graaa, Graaa, Graaa)
My nigga get high off Reggie he don't smoke Za It give him anxiety (Haha)
Imma pop out with that cutter
Got bread on me and butter
You knew she ate the gang up and you still trynna go love her (Dummy)
You cheated on your bitch for a gang hoe boy you a sucker (Boy you a dummy)
Melly a dog for real he catch the opps he gone need a muzzle (He gone get you)
Na for real, nigga gone get on your ass
Fuck the opps they don't get no pass
I ain't doing no talking show me something so I can put a nigga In a bag
Opps be eager to die they don't give a fuck If they make they momma sad
I'll smoke one of these niggas and pull they momma If they momma bad
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
I can't talk money with certain niggas they don't know that language (At all)
The ones that smile In your face and hate them niggas Is dangerous (Gotta watch em)
They act like they want me to blow but really they don't want to see me famous (Nah)
The way Im balling on these niggas you gone think I'm Calvin Cambrige (Boy)
The way I'm balling on these niggas you gone think Im the old MJ (Ha)
Put a bag on top your head lil bro gone head get him out the way (Gone head)
Better not go with your move nigga run up on me he gone die today (Dummy)
I was gone hit him with the Glock but he talking to hot so I hit him with the K
(Come here)
You know Im trained to pop out
Imma real hitter I walk down (Im walking down)
When this chop mutilate a nigga body they gone mark him lost and not found
(Lost and found)
Im sliding through the opps section with two pistols on me right now
Trying to John Wick something plus they both got titties thats a 100 rounds
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
A nigga talking bout smoke bitch we can match I got all kinds of bow's
You'll never see me tripping over no bitch I got all kinds of hoes
Versace, Bape, Purple, Off White I got all kinds of clothes
And you don't even wanna talk about bullets I got all kinds of those
Credits
Writer(s): Keshawn Spencer
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