All of It

I can't even lie I whipped the beat up on Some quick shit ice that's my whiteness

Yea Faces you killed this now it's Straight to business, tappin' on them Keys just like tappin' digits

Tappin' in with me you know we bout To make a killin', tryin to get my hands On everything up in the mitten, gotta Get it how I'm livin'

Left hand itchin' so you know
Just what I'm gettin'
Taquila when I'm chillin' so you know Just how I'm sippin, bring it all to me You know just how I'm pimpin

I could talk myself in to some shit you Know I'm gifted, it ain't shit when it Come to this weight I just lift it

Now the slate shifted, sat around some Bosses and now my plate different
You betta sit and listen

That mean shut the fuck
Up pay attention

I still don't think you hear me, real Niggas they near me, bad bitches they Cheer me, lame niggas they fear me

Cause we in beast mode, how I be Playin this shit you would've thought I Had the cheat code, this shit about as Easy as a free throw

Applying pressure like a full court trap Nigga you a sap nigga I checked yo Temp don't try to act nigga

Back in it bitch I'm back busy nigga for That Benji I'ma get up
In my bag and get jiggy
Got a bag full of sticky hope he don't s
Stiff me, cause that nigga lookin iffy

For that cash know my dawgs be on That ass, I'd advise
The boy to wear a fuckin mask

Yea it's on sight when I see you ain't no Fuckin pass, pat his pants down run Through his pockets cause
I need that cash

All of it my niggas uppin' bangers they Ain't talkative, whatever I can bitch I'm All hands I'm tryin' to market it

The top is where I'm targeted, profits I Want all of it, maybe I should charge a Brick and you know I ain't dealing with No money if it's counterfeit

If you see me with yo girl know I'm Gettin money out that bitch

Put her on the road stuffed
Up now she makin trips
And you know what's goin
On we bussin' scripts, bitch

For that cash know my dawgs be on That ass, I'd advise the boy
To wear a fuckin mask

Yea it's on sight when I see you ain't no Fuckin pass, pat his pants down run Through his pockets cause
I need that cash

All of it my niggas uppin' bangers they Ain't talkative, whatever I can bitch I'm All hands I'm tryin' to market it

The top is where I'm targeted, profits I Want all of it, maybe I should charge a Brick and you know I ain't dealing with No money if it's counterfeit

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