All I Know
Huh
Spendin' cash, yeah that's all I know
Smokin' gas, yeah that's all I know
Fuckin' bitches, yeah that's all I know
Glocks and switches, yeah that's all I know
We always high, give a fuck bout them lows
We know you don't wanna fuck with the bros
You just a hatin' ass bitch, you a hoe
We feel that energy, bitch, yeah we know
Yeah, huh
Back to the cash to the bank, lil' bitch
Niggas, stay hatin', they on my dick
They do not understand I'm him
Vodka cup and it fill to the brim
I'm tryna lose my mind in this bitch
Thoughts, they flyin', I'm high as a bitch
Pop me a Xan, I'm tryna forget
Fuck, comin' down, I've been high for days
Give me that bitch and a line of yay
All my opps gon' die today
If they don't, I got time today
Get all the rats out my fuckin' vicinity
You don't want smoke if I know that you dissin' me
I'll hit up Moj, cause I know he in Italy
Soul over here, but they body in Sicily
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
I feel like I am (Stallone)
Bitch keep talkin' shit (I won't)
Bitch is on my dick (for sure)
Ride it till you can't (no more)
I'm tryna get all (the dough)
This shit make me feel (at home)
Huh
Spendin' cash, yeah that's all I know
Smokin' gas, yeah that's all I know
Fuckin' bitches, yeah that's all I know
Glocks and switches, yeah that's all I know
Poppin' bars again, call up twin on my phone
Bustin' hoes again, they got friends, all I know
Is it the Xannies that got me up in it
Forget it, ecstasy pills so exquisite
I pop one, I'm lifted
Then two for the money
Then three got me drifted
I measured a certain amount
Make me a play and get out
I fucked on her grandmama couch
I melted the plastic right out
So now it's designer drugs on designer rugs
Got two baby mamas and they switchin' up
Hit up ocean drive, niggas Chargered up
Hit the corner flip the Bently truck
Drivin' with a real geek star, Saturn coming up
You ain't in the Wraith
You seeing stars, cause you pouring up
I just think it's cheeky
Dream a Genie, yeekies in the truck
I just think it's cheeky
Dream a Genie, yeekies in the truck
Huh
Spendin' cash, yeah that's all I know
Smokin' gas, yeah that's all I know
Fuckin' bitches, yeah that's all I know
Glocks and switches, yeah that's all I know
Cold-blooded, I'm a reptile
Left alone like a stepchild
I made that money in big pile
Saudi Arabian jet file
Had to switch the motor with projectiles
Packin' the door with a wet towel
I had the motive to drive the boat
To feed all my fam had to slaughter a goat
Cabinet Presi, let's take a vote
Who wanna war with the gods
Mojo been traveled abroad
RTR proof we the squad
Spendin' cash, yeah that's all I know
Smokin' gas, yeah that's all I know
Fuckin' bitches, yeah that's all I know
Glocks and switches, yeah that's all I know
We always high, give a fuck bout them lows
We know you don't wanna fuck with the bros
You just a hatin' ass bitch, you a hoe
We feel that energy, bitch, yeah we know
Yeah, huh
Back to the cash to the bank, lil' bitch
Niggas, stay hatin', they on my dick
They do not understand I'm him
Vodka cup and it fill to the brim
I'm tryna lose my mind in this bitch
Thoughts, they flyin', I'm high as a bitch
Pop me a Xan, I'm tryna forget
Fuck, comin' down, I've been high for days
Give me that bitch and a line of yay
All my opps gon' die today
If they don't, I got time today
Get all the rats out my fuckin' vicinity
You don't want smoke if I know that you dissin' me
I'll hit up Moj, cause I know he in Italy
Soul over here, but they body in Sicily
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
I feel like I am (Stallone)
Bitch keep talkin' shit (I won't)
Bitch is on my dick (for sure)
Ride it till you can't (no more)
I'm tryna get all (the dough)
This shit make me feel (at home)
Huh
Spendin' cash, yeah that's all I know
Smokin' gas, yeah that's all I know
Fuckin' bitches, yeah that's all I know
Glocks and switches, yeah that's all I know
Poppin' bars again, call up twin on my phone
Bustin' hoes again, they got friends, all I know
Is it the Xannies that got me up in it
Forget it, ecstasy pills so exquisite
I pop one, I'm lifted
Then two for the money
Then three got me drifted
I measured a certain amount
Make me a play and get out
I fucked on her grandmama couch
I melted the plastic right out
So now it's designer drugs on designer rugs
Got two baby mamas and they switchin' up
Hit up ocean drive, niggas Chargered up
Hit the corner flip the Bently truck
Drivin' with a real geek star, Saturn coming up
You ain't in the Wraith
You seeing stars, cause you pouring up
I just think it's cheeky
Dream a Genie, yeekies in the truck
I just think it's cheeky
Dream a Genie, yeekies in the truck
Huh
Spendin' cash, yeah that's all I know
Smokin' gas, yeah that's all I know
Fuckin' bitches, yeah that's all I know
Glocks and switches, yeah that's all I know
Cold-blooded, I'm a reptile
Left alone like a stepchild
I made that money in big pile
Saudi Arabian jet file
Had to switch the motor with projectiles
Packin' the door with a wet towel
I had the motive to drive the boat
To feed all my fam had to slaughter a goat
Cabinet Presi, let's take a vote
Who wanna war with the gods
Mojo been traveled abroad
RTR proof we the squad
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