All That
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, bitch, where your god at?
Watch my bullets make 'em fall, then they crawling back
I need racks, where the guap at?
I been moving through my city, my whip all black
Pistol grip, blew his skull back, blood spatter
Made him shatter, he ain't all that
That's one clip, let it draw back
Then I unload all my bullets, where ya dogs at?
Okay, I rack 'em up, I stack 'em up
You know them bullets, back 'em up
Pussy boy, if I'm the one who's speaking best not interrupt
In the inner cut, if you ain't with the crew then you can't fuck it up
When I put you on your knees, now you're sitting there bleeding
My gun thumping and it's steady repeating
Dinner time for the Pit, on your face he be eatin'
I just caught a body and it wasn't in season
Put his ass down in the ground, he ain't breathing
Blood shit eyes from the gas, can't breathe in
Gone a little blind chasing money, can't see shit
Fuck all of the pussies who done said I wouldn't be shit
I'm up on top of this world by myself, fuck holding hands I don't need any help
I said, bitch, where your god at?
Watch my bullets make 'em fall, then they crawling back
I need racks, where the guap at?
I been moving through my city, my whip all black
Pistol grip, blew his skull back, blood spatter
Made him shatter, he ain't all that
That's one clip, let it draw back
Then I unload all my bullets, where ya dogs at?
Okay, I rack 'em up, I stack 'em up
You know them bullets, back 'em up
Pussy boy, if I'm the one who's speaking best not interrupt
In the inner cut, if you ain't with the crew then you can't fuck it-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, bitch, where your god at?
Watch my bullets make 'em fall, then they crawling back
I need racks, where the guap at?
I been moving through my city, my whip all black
Pistol grip, blew his skull back, blood spatter
Made him shatter, he ain't all that
That's one clip, let it draw back
Then I unload all my bullets, where ya dogs at?
Okay, I rack 'em up, I stack 'em up
You know them bullets, back 'em up
Pussy boy, if I'm the one who's speaking best not interrupt
In the inner cut, if you ain't with the crew then you can't fuck it up
When I put you on your knees, now you're sitting there bleeding
My gun thumping and it's steady repeating
Dinner time for the Pit, on your face he be eatin'
I just caught a body and it wasn't in season
Put his ass down in the ground, he ain't breathing
Blood shit eyes from the gas, can't breathe in
Gone a little blind chasing money, can't see shit
Fuck all of the pussies who done said I wouldn't be shit
I'm up on top of this world by myself, fuck holding hands I don't need any help
I said, bitch, where your god at?
Watch my bullets make 'em fall, then they crawling back
I need racks, where the guap at?
I been moving through my city, my whip all black
Pistol grip, blew his skull back, blood spatter
Made him shatter, he ain't all that
That's one clip, let it draw back
Then I unload all my bullets, where ya dogs at?
Okay, I rack 'em up, I stack 'em up
You know them bullets, back 'em up
Pussy boy, if I'm the one who's speaking best not interrupt
In the inner cut, if you ain't with the crew then you can't fuck it-
Writer(s): Garet Cook
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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