C'mon All My N****z, C'mon All My Bitches
Yo, all my niggas in the place, what now?
Talk to my bitches all up in the place
See my niggas, they be laying all up in the cut now
Anyhow, I'ma doing my thing and blow the spot, baby
Maybe bust a little nut now
Funny how the older bitches get familiar
And try to give a nigga just a little butt now
Sing along
(Smoke now, nigga get high)
And get all in this money, nigga
(Before we die)
Bitches let me know that you up in the spot
(Whoop whoop wooo)
All of my niggas just shout it at me
(Yeah, yo)
Even though it's kind of ill, nigga follow the flow
Nigga wanna know where we shine, try'na ball and glow
Watch for the sound round when I swallow the dough
I'ma do it to ya like I never did it before
Now let me give it to you
(Flipmode Squad, baby)
Now what the fuck y'all niggas wanna know about the
(God baby)
Ha, then I jump right out of the whip and I park it
My pinky gleam like a motha fuckin' third of the Antarctic
Everybody get wild in the spot, all my niggas just pile in the spot
It's such a shame, somebody might just lose they child in the sky
C'mon all my niggas, c'mon
(What?)
My niggas that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My niggas that be holding me down
(Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me
(What?)
C'mon all my bitches, c'mon
(What?)
My bitches that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My bitches that be holding me down
(Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with
Now tell me what you niggas really wanna do
C'mon now
(Excuse me)
We coming through
C'mon now, hit you with the brand new when I'm bumping
You don't need to ask who
Nigga please
(C'mon now)
Where the trees?
(C'mon now)
Shit, when I'm bouncing and hit you with the flow
Then I make you just act a fool
One, two
(One, two)
Wild like another mad nigga to be ready to back it too
Here we go
(Here we go)
A lot of motha fuckas they ain't even got a clue
C'mon now, let me school y'all niggas permanently
Like a motha fuckin' tattoo, c'mon now
Hey
(Hey)
Hey
(Hey)
You know you shouldn't
(Try it)
My nigga
Before we do shit to
(Start up a riot)
Every time we come through
All the bitches shout
(Whoop whoop woo)
All of my niggas shine if you ready
(Yeah, yeah)
Let me blow for a few
Nigga c'mon, bounce in the street
With the heat stashed under the seat
In a range that's blue, nigga
(C'mon)
Cats like you be searching the crib
All the weakling niggas in your crew nigga
(C'mon)
Every time a nigga come step in the spot
Y'all niggas know we come to blow the venue nigga
(C'mon)
But wait, guess what
(Guess what)
Flipmode to the rescue nigga
(C'mon)
Y'all
(Y'all)
Know
(Know)
When we put it down
Niggas really wanna blow this shit
(Shit)
It's
(It's)
Like I got a grenade in my hand
And you know I wanna throw this shit
(Yo)
Everybody get stuck in the spot
You don't really give a fuck in the spot
Better watch your whip
Because they might just tow your truck from the spot
C'mon all my niggas, c'mon
(What?)
My niggas that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My niggas that be holding me down
(Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me
(What?)
C'mon all my bitches, c'mon
(What?)
My bitches that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My bitches that be holding me down
(Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with me
Talk to my bitches all up in the place
See my niggas, they be laying all up in the cut now
Anyhow, I'ma doing my thing and blow the spot, baby
Maybe bust a little nut now
Funny how the older bitches get familiar
And try to give a nigga just a little butt now
Sing along
(Smoke now, nigga get high)
And get all in this money, nigga
(Before we die)
Bitches let me know that you up in the spot
(Whoop whoop wooo)
All of my niggas just shout it at me
(Yeah, yo)
Even though it's kind of ill, nigga follow the flow
Nigga wanna know where we shine, try'na ball and glow
Watch for the sound round when I swallow the dough
I'ma do it to ya like I never did it before
Now let me give it to you
(Flipmode Squad, baby)
Now what the fuck y'all niggas wanna know about the
(God baby)
Ha, then I jump right out of the whip and I park it
My pinky gleam like a motha fuckin' third of the Antarctic
Everybody get wild in the spot, all my niggas just pile in the spot
It's such a shame, somebody might just lose they child in the sky
C'mon all my niggas, c'mon
(What?)
My niggas that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My niggas that be holding me down
(Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me
(What?)
C'mon all my bitches, c'mon
(What?)
My bitches that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My bitches that be holding me down
(Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with
Now tell me what you niggas really wanna do
C'mon now
(Excuse me)
We coming through
C'mon now, hit you with the brand new when I'm bumping
You don't need to ask who
Nigga please
(C'mon now)
Where the trees?
(C'mon now)
Shit, when I'm bouncing and hit you with the flow
Then I make you just act a fool
One, two
(One, two)
Wild like another mad nigga to be ready to back it too
Here we go
(Here we go)
A lot of motha fuckas they ain't even got a clue
C'mon now, let me school y'all niggas permanently
Like a motha fuckin' tattoo, c'mon now
Hey
(Hey)
Hey
(Hey)
You know you shouldn't
(Try it)
My nigga
Before we do shit to
(Start up a riot)
Every time we come through
All the bitches shout
(Whoop whoop woo)
All of my niggas shine if you ready
(Yeah, yeah)
Let me blow for a few
Nigga c'mon, bounce in the street
With the heat stashed under the seat
In a range that's blue, nigga
(C'mon)
Cats like you be searching the crib
All the weakling niggas in your crew nigga
(C'mon)
Every time a nigga come step in the spot
Y'all niggas know we come to blow the venue nigga
(C'mon)
But wait, guess what
(Guess what)
Flipmode to the rescue nigga
(C'mon)
Y'all
(Y'all)
Know
(Know)
When we put it down
Niggas really wanna blow this shit
(Shit)
It's
(It's)
Like I got a grenade in my hand
And you know I wanna throw this shit
(Yo)
Everybody get stuck in the spot
You don't really give a fuck in the spot
Better watch your whip
Because they might just tow your truck from the spot
C'mon all my niggas, c'mon
(What?)
My niggas that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My niggas that be holding me down
(Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me
(What?)
C'mon all my bitches, c'mon
(What?)
My bitches that be reppin' with me
(What?)
My bitches that be holding me down
(Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with me
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Writer(s): Trevor Smith, George Spivey
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