Berner feat. Young Thug, YG & Vital -
Rap Game, Vol. 2 (The Takeover) [Frank White Presents the Streets Headbangerz]
All in a Day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
I'm on, like shit, I ain't worried 'bout them
Be cool, make you bury your friend
Two girls on my dick, I let 'em roll my weed
Big cash, no 20s or 10s
One call to the bay, move it all in a day
Pray to God don't get lost on the way
I move so much weight, I caught me a case
Fuck the police, that's all I'm gon' say
But shit, look at them rims
Look at my wrist, take a look at my bitch
The car I just parked cost three of four bricks
The pack talk for me, I don't need to say shit
Yeah I blow brown bag money
Go hard, y'all don't have no money
Broke bitches get mad, if they don't bring cash
Yeah, then I act all funny
But back to the pack though
Big Bern be really in the trap though
Bet your mans know we'll do the whole thing, we don't let the half go
Cash up front, yeah that's mando
I got a problem, all I do is ball
40 cal Glock make your homeboy fall
Been around the world, I came right back
24 hours go too damn fast, hold up
Hatin' ass niggas be all in the way, all in the way
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Groupie ass bitches be all in my face, all in my face
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, nigga hol' up
Lightin' my dream, she gettin' too close, you doin' too much
Nigga-nigga-nigga hol' up
I hate when a nigga be runnin' his mouth
Click-clack, put the gun in his mouth
Niggas ain't got search warrants, wearin' these Michael Jordans
Niggas run in y'all mothafuckin' house
In and we out, nigga, we in a drought
That's the reason why we in your house, nigga
Act like you know somethin'
But in that interrogation room act like you know nothin'
Don't mention my name
I don't know gun things, I don't know Pi things
I don't know who got the Rondo, I don't know who got the John blow
I don't know a rich condo
I don't know the head honcho, I don't know who get it pronto
I ain't know mothafuck a snitch so when they tell me
I tell them I don't know the whole convo
I got 24 hours, Rikers, take a piss, take a shower
Make a hundred thousand dollar plate in an hour
It's YG 4hunnid!
The people gon' talk, yeah I know what they say
I could care less, they gon' hate anyway
I'm fuckin' new bitches like every day
Boy I hit it and quit it then be on my way
Stay in your lane, mothafuckas know my name
Nah I ain't for no games
I'm just sayin', furl blood all in my veins
Real niggas know what I'm sayin'
Smoke it, smoke it, yeah
Burn it, burn it, yeah
Light it, light it, yeah
Higher than pilots, yeah
Higher than pilots, yeah
Bitch I am, yeah
Drippin' so pass me some napkins
On blood
I'm a real gettin money young nigga
Even though I got some lean and some molly and E it's alright boy
I ain't hatin'
I ain't ever been gay, even though I ball all day (Bengay)
My neck and my wrist and my ears and my fingers
They shinin', they wet like a lake
I'll shoot a pussy nigga five times in his back like blink, late
I'ma catch the bitch, she let me nut inside her mouth
And I didn't even take her on a date
Chan (woo woo wha!) bake
Racks, racks racks racks, steak
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
I'm on, like shit, I ain't worried 'bout them
Be cool, make you bury your friend
Two girls on my dick, I let 'em roll my weed
Big cash, no 20s or 10s
One call to the bay, move it all in a day
Pray to God don't get lost on the way
I move so much weight, I caught me a case
Fuck the police, that's all I'm gon' say
But shit, look at them rims
Look at my wrist, take a look at my bitch
The car I just parked cost three of four bricks
The pack talk for me, I don't need to say shit
Yeah I blow brown bag money
Go hard, y'all don't have no money
Broke bitches get mad, if they don't bring cash
Yeah, then I act all funny
But back to the pack though
Big Bern be really in the trap though
Bet your mans know we'll do the whole thing, we don't let the half go
Cash up front, yeah that's mando
I got a problem, all I do is ball
40 cal Glock make your homeboy fall
Been around the world, I came right back
24 hours go too damn fast, hold up
Hatin' ass niggas be all in the way, all in the way
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Groupie ass bitches be all in my face, all in my face
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, nigga hol' up
Lightin' my dream, she gettin' too close, you doin' too much
Nigga-nigga-nigga hol' up
I hate when a nigga be runnin' his mouth
Click-clack, put the gun in his mouth
Niggas ain't got search warrants, wearin' these Michael Jordans
Niggas run in y'all mothafuckin' house
In and we out, nigga, we in a drought
That's the reason why we in your house, nigga
Act like you know somethin'
But in that interrogation room act like you know nothin'
Don't mention my name
I don't know gun things, I don't know Pi things
I don't know who got the Rondo, I don't know who got the John blow
I don't know a rich condo
I don't know the head honcho, I don't know who get it pronto
I ain't know mothafuck a snitch so when they tell me
I tell them I don't know the whole convo
I got 24 hours, Rikers, take a piss, take a shower
Make a hundred thousand dollar plate in an hour
It's YG 4hunnid!
The people gon' talk, yeah I know what they say
I could care less, they gon' hate anyway
I'm fuckin' new bitches like every day
Boy I hit it and quit it then be on my way
Stay in your lane, mothafuckas know my name
Nah I ain't for no games
I'm just sayin', furl blood all in my veins
Real niggas know what I'm sayin'
Smoke it, smoke it, yeah
Burn it, burn it, yeah
Light it, light it, yeah
Higher than pilots, yeah
Higher than pilots, yeah
Bitch I am, yeah
Drippin' so pass me some napkins
On blood
I'm a real gettin money young nigga
Even though I got some lean and some molly and E it's alright boy
I ain't hatin'
I ain't ever been gay, even though I ball all day (Bengay)
My neck and my wrist and my ears and my fingers
They shinin', they wet like a lake
I'll shoot a pussy nigga five times in his back like blink, late
I'ma catch the bitch, she let me nut inside her mouth
And I didn't even take her on a date
Chan (woo woo wha!) bake
Racks, racks racks racks, steak
Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Jane Corr, Sharon Corr, Caroline Corr, James Corr
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