All In
Sex on the beach making love in the sand
I go in deep while she gripping on my hand
Fucking to my music she say she my biggest fan
Say she here for me
And that she sticking to the plan
Love roll on
Don't you come inside my room with your clothes on
When I'm with you baby I don't wanna go home
When you with me baby you don't need no phone
Will you hold me down if I ever go broke
We making love yeah, I give her the slow stroke
That pussy got me focused
Yeah this shit ain't no joke
Before I met you girl I ain't have no hope
Them niggas broke as hell they don't want no smoke
You ain't gotta worry bout these bitches
My ex bitch lame as hell
I thought that hoe could show me different
Talk to me why you keep moving funny
Why you being distant
I fuck with you
Cause I can tell you bout my pain and you gone listen
I asked her did she wanna have my baby
She say boy you tripping
We young as hell
How we gone be children with some children
Your mama gone be mad as hell
Bou you know Ms Brittany
I say whatever she can't stop this shit
The day I touch them millions
Uh uh, come here stop running from me
After we fuck lay up
And come and count this money for me
She call my phone
Daddy come put dick in my tummy for me
Know how I feel about these hoes
Can't get no loving from me
When I go deep she get to pushing
Yeah she got that bad
I make a joke like you can't take this dick
And she get mad
We smoke and reminisce
About the times that we had
Get in my feelings about all the times I was sad
Don't ever give up keep on trying baby that's a fact
Know you get mad you think I'm lying and that shit be wack
Yann call my phone
I tell you hold up gotta get this sack
I leave you get to tripping texting
Talking bout don't come back
You say you don't like lil skully
For how he treated your friend
I told you li byrd gone be byrd
And that shit until the end
But to be honest
She should've knew that shit from the begin
And now they beefing over her
That shit don't make no sense
You know marsko that's my nigga
We can call on him
He just like me he stay with blicky
Until we ball on them
We hit his friend he tried to run
We watched him fall on him
And hit his back he tried to get up
That nigga crawled on him
And bitch it's big nawf
You can't name one thing that's small on me
Not even this dick this bitch here get to breaking walls don't it
5.56 with green tips I'm trynna leave him dead
I'm throwing threes I'm talking bout B's
You know I'm banging red
Anxiety fucking with my mind so I been taking meds
Won't ever go back on my word you heard what I said
Bodies dropping, we want war
See a opp I gotta pop him yeah i'm trynna score
I'm in that pussy and she throw it back I want some more
I hit the gas inside the V8 press it to the floor
Escaping from this pain trying to find way in the game
But rappers really lame nun of these niggas cannot hang
OneFour that be my gang niggas know I won't even change
This shit for life
A lot of niggas can't even say the same
Niggas switched up and clicked up
Man these niggas bitched up
I catch you with your mama
Nigga better have your blick tucked
I ain't sparing shit lil nigga nah I don't give not one fuck
It's eight fucking guns nigga and we all in one truck
I go in deep while she gripping on my hand
Fucking to my music she say she my biggest fan
Say she here for me
And that she sticking to the plan
Love roll on
Don't you come inside my room with your clothes on
When I'm with you baby I don't wanna go home
When you with me baby you don't need no phone
Will you hold me down if I ever go broke
We making love yeah, I give her the slow stroke
That pussy got me focused
Yeah this shit ain't no joke
Before I met you girl I ain't have no hope
Them niggas broke as hell they don't want no smoke
You ain't gotta worry bout these bitches
My ex bitch lame as hell
I thought that hoe could show me different
Talk to me why you keep moving funny
Why you being distant
I fuck with you
Cause I can tell you bout my pain and you gone listen
I asked her did she wanna have my baby
She say boy you tripping
We young as hell
How we gone be children with some children
Your mama gone be mad as hell
Bou you know Ms Brittany
I say whatever she can't stop this shit
The day I touch them millions
Uh uh, come here stop running from me
After we fuck lay up
And come and count this money for me
She call my phone
Daddy come put dick in my tummy for me
Know how I feel about these hoes
Can't get no loving from me
When I go deep she get to pushing
Yeah she got that bad
I make a joke like you can't take this dick
And she get mad
We smoke and reminisce
About the times that we had
Get in my feelings about all the times I was sad
Don't ever give up keep on trying baby that's a fact
Know you get mad you think I'm lying and that shit be wack
Yann call my phone
I tell you hold up gotta get this sack
I leave you get to tripping texting
Talking bout don't come back
You say you don't like lil skully
For how he treated your friend
I told you li byrd gone be byrd
And that shit until the end
But to be honest
She should've knew that shit from the begin
And now they beefing over her
That shit don't make no sense
You know marsko that's my nigga
We can call on him
He just like me he stay with blicky
Until we ball on them
We hit his friend he tried to run
We watched him fall on him
And hit his back he tried to get up
That nigga crawled on him
And bitch it's big nawf
You can't name one thing that's small on me
Not even this dick this bitch here get to breaking walls don't it
5.56 with green tips I'm trynna leave him dead
I'm throwing threes I'm talking bout B's
You know I'm banging red
Anxiety fucking with my mind so I been taking meds
Won't ever go back on my word you heard what I said
Bodies dropping, we want war
See a opp I gotta pop him yeah i'm trynna score
I'm in that pussy and she throw it back I want some more
I hit the gas inside the V8 press it to the floor
Escaping from this pain trying to find way in the game
But rappers really lame nun of these niggas cannot hang
OneFour that be my gang niggas know I won't even change
This shit for life
A lot of niggas can't even say the same
Niggas switched up and clicked up
Man these niggas bitched up
I catch you with your mama
Nigga better have your blick tucked
I ain't sparing shit lil nigga nah I don't give not one fuck
It's eight fucking guns nigga and we all in one truck
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Writer(s): Jonson Street
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