All Day
Well boys, we hit the jackpot this time
If ion know you don't come around, cause ion owe you anything
Pop your head up we gon' lay it down, and I'll tell your OG the same thing
No I ain't from the trenches but, you ain't even know where my gang bang
If you want to we gon' run you down, yeah ima leave you with a blank face
All day
All day
If you pop your head up, we gon' lay it down yeah
Some way
Some way
I'ma pop it off you, then I'll wear the crown, yeah
Tell me what the fuck you think, thinkin' I ain't bouta gun you down
Homie you a clown, begging for a round with the fuckin' best
Oh, yeah aye
Family in with the squad, that ain't no facade yeah that's who I ride with
I ain't got nothin' but smiles cause I ain't got battles with Ram as a side kick
All this shit that I thought it was goin' on ain't really like this
I just gotta put my hat on, I'll be ridin' around, gonna run the town
Yeah I just be far off the radar, so when I hit they don't know it's me
Everybody talkin' like I ain't the fuckin' best, well just wait till they notice me
Sandals on when it's four degrees. Four down, look like Jodeci
No, I ain't pistol packin', ain't no automatics, yeah it's me and it's only me
See me rollin' through the town with a car full of bitches yeah, you know that I'ma go, go get it
Ice in the veins of a man, yeah, it goes by the sham
Come by, then it's so, so frigid, see the road, I'm on is so, so rigid
But the sham is the man, I don't care what he sayin'
Layin' out, he be scaling everyone into grams know I'm wildin', but you get what I'm sayin'
If ion know you don't come around, cause ion owe you anything
Pop your head up we gon' lay it down, and I'll tell your OG the same thing
No I ain't from the trenches but, you ain't even know where my gang bang
If you want to we gon' run you down, yeah ima leave you with a blank face
All day
All day
If you pop your head up, we gon' lay it down yeah
Some way
Some way
I'ma pop it off you, then I'll wear the crown
Yeah tell me what the fuck you think, thinkin' I ain't bouta gun you down
Homie, you a clown beggin' for a round with the fuckin' best
Oh, yeah aye
If ion know you don't come around, cause ion owe you anything
Pop your head up we gon' lay it down, and I'll tell your OG the same thing
No I ain't from the trenches but, you ain't even know where my gang bang
If you want to we gon' run you down, yeah ima leave you with a blank face
All day
All day
If you pop your head up, we gon' lay it down yeah
Some way
Some way
I'ma pop it off you, then I'll wear the crown, yeah
Tell me what the fuck you think, thinkin' I ain't bouta gun you down
Homie you a clown, begging for a round with the fuckin' best
Oh, yeah aye
Family in with the squad, that ain't no facade yeah that's who I ride with
I ain't got nothin' but smiles cause I ain't got battles with Ram as a side kick
All this shit that I thought it was goin' on ain't really like this
I just gotta put my hat on, I'll be ridin' around, gonna run the town
Yeah I just be far off the radar, so when I hit they don't know it's me
Everybody talkin' like I ain't the fuckin' best, well just wait till they notice me
Sandals on when it's four degrees. Four down, look like Jodeci
No, I ain't pistol packin', ain't no automatics, yeah it's me and it's only me
See me rollin' through the town with a car full of bitches yeah, you know that I'ma go, go get it
Ice in the veins of a man, yeah, it goes by the sham
Come by, then it's so, so frigid, see the road, I'm on is so, so rigid
But the sham is the man, I don't care what he sayin'
Layin' out, he be scaling everyone into grams know I'm wildin', but you get what I'm sayin'
If ion know you don't come around, cause ion owe you anything
Pop your head up we gon' lay it down, and I'll tell your OG the same thing
No I ain't from the trenches but, you ain't even know where my gang bang
If you want to we gon' run you down, yeah ima leave you with a blank face
All day
All day
If you pop your head up, we gon' lay it down yeah
Some way
Some way
I'ma pop it off you, then I'll wear the crown
Yeah tell me what the fuck you think, thinkin' I ain't bouta gun you down
Homie, you a clown beggin' for a round with the fuckin' best
Oh, yeah aye
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Writer(s): Jonah Shammas
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