All That

Bad bitch wanna hit my phone but I ain't picking up
Ain't sticking up, don't stick around
Keep blicky tucked, like fifty rounds, okay
Slippin' jimmy, hit the road
FN with me, hit yo dome
Troops in Italy, that's Rome
Like Vox17, they know just what we be on
In the night feel like a crow, crow

And it's blurry, see all neon
Call up all the dirty, nasty, foulest bitches in the room, I feel like Leon
Okay, okay, what we be on, what you think?
Run your pockets, I need all that
they tell me I should fall back
I did that shit before and that bitch still ain't never call back
Like what?
Now my money in a tall stack
Got 50 bands in this mall bag
I walk in and buy it all, even tea bags, no ballsack

And they all wanna know who I am, like who that man
Like who that boy? Like who him is
Like Bunnyhop, I'm just moving in
And they fuckin with me and my Loubuitons
I've been steppin' stompin' in my Truey jeans
She too busy, said she making movie scenes
I ain't never seen her on the movie screen, bitch
Quit lying, you ain't all that, yeah
Shoe tying, I can't trip, I need the ball back
Let's fall back

Got Number 9's, got red bottoms
I put 'em on that ho, she out here seeing red
No head bobbin, they want me dead
Like I really ain't been all that
They tuning in, they run me up, what would you call that
Got Tommy H on my waistband
Got Vetements on my face, hands, and my neck too
Got Ci-Cîroc from the west blue
And a prayer up, god bless you, achoo

Bad bitch wanna hit my phone but I ain't picking up
Ain't sticking up, don't stick around
Keep blicky tucked, like fifty rounds, okay
Slippin' jimmy, hit the road
FN with me, hit yo dome
Troops in Italy, that's Rome
Like Vox17, they know just what we be on
In the night feel like a crow, crow

Feel like Santa how I'm talking 'bout some ho ho ho
Woah woah woah, what a classic
First class, now I'm feelin classy
Thirst trap, now she wanna tap me
I heard that, she just called me daddy, it's all that
I feel like Opium, bitch I'm a rockstar
Bitches owe me some, let's not start
But I'll knock hard, no JTL but I'll Croc Charm
No walking dead, but I fought hard for a top chart

I been doing this since the 8th grade, that's way out of my pay grade
But I put it in that same day in like 8 ways
I swear to god that I ain't change
I spin the wheel like Beyblade and I shoot to kill, then fadeaway
I need weight gain, that big bag that they crave
So make way, I pave the way
If you want some gotta pay to play, bitch

Bad bitch wanna hit my phone but I ain't picking up
Ain't sticking up, don't stick around
Keep blicky tucked, like fifty rounds, okay
Slippin' jimmy, hit the road
FN with me, hit yo dome
Troops in Italy, that's Rome
Like Vox17, they know just what we be on
In the night feel like a crow, crow