Let Em All In
Im back in that one bag again
Call Tay T and management to clear my tab again
Streets love me, cause they know I bring that package in
Still get a hundred for eighth, without the packaging
Go pick yo dead nigga up, and he get whacked again
These dead men, for many men, Im like fifty cent
Perk tens and bitches, yea they all tens
Kick the door down for my niggas, let em all in
Then we all win
Gave the plug to my niggas, so we all ball
All the opps bowling pins, make em all fall
Know I'm coming in a hurry, if my dawg call
I go to Houston for my grill, like I'm Paul Wall
Big dawg, Migo in rotation when them bricks call
If ion sell a deal, then its back to selling Finball
Quick to hit a nigga with that, blrrd, when I'm pissed off
Street nigga, foreigns in my yard, like I'm Rick Ross
Fast track, came up out the dirt, like I'm mad max
Thinking that shit pussy with the P, get ya ass clapped
Hit em with that stick so many times, I'm having flashbacks
Every nigga round me got a body, we don't flash tracks
Im back in that one bag again
Call Tay T and management to clear my tab again
Streets love me, cause they know I bring that package in
Still get a hundred for eighth, without the packaging
Go pick yo dead nigga up, and he get whacked again
These dead men, for many men, Im like fifty cent
Perk tens and bitches, yea they all tens
Kick the door down for my niggas, let em all in
Then we all win
Call Tay T and management to clear my tab again
Streets love me, cause they know I bring that package in
Still get a hundred for eighth, without the packaging
Go pick yo dead nigga up, and he get whacked again
These dead men, for many men, Im like fifty cent
Perk tens and bitches, yea they all tens
Kick the door down for my niggas, let em all in
Then we all win
Gave the plug to my niggas, so we all ball
All the opps bowling pins, make em all fall
Know I'm coming in a hurry, if my dawg call
I go to Houston for my grill, like I'm Paul Wall
Big dawg, Migo in rotation when them bricks call
If ion sell a deal, then its back to selling Finball
Quick to hit a nigga with that, blrrd, when I'm pissed off
Street nigga, foreigns in my yard, like I'm Rick Ross
Fast track, came up out the dirt, like I'm mad max
Thinking that shit pussy with the P, get ya ass clapped
Hit em with that stick so many times, I'm having flashbacks
Every nigga round me got a body, we don't flash tracks
Im back in that one bag again
Call Tay T and management to clear my tab again
Streets love me, cause they know I bring that package in
Still get a hundred for eighth, without the packaging
Go pick yo dead nigga up, and he get whacked again
These dead men, for many men, Im like fifty cent
Perk tens and bitches, yea they all tens
Kick the door down for my niggas, let em all in
Then we all win
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Writer(s): Carson Bryant
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