All Of Us (Prod. by Niaggi Beats)

She wanna be sneaky and **** with all of us

She knows what she doin', go 'head and run it up

Yeah we rockin' Dasikhi's like we from Africa

Used to do type of netis now its 2K and up

Don't be layin' up

Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh

Don't be layin' up

Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh

Kiss on my neck, I'm off them percy's, I be raspin'

Speak on my name, you speak on me, just speak the facts

Ooh, me PnB, A Boogie, this **** gon' be classic

She suck my **** in the middle of the floor,

I gotta dump these ashes

I don't trick off, I don't buy nothinn',

Might buy some lashes

Durkio, I like my ******* ratchet

Styrofoam, I mixed the lean with Xanax

You ain't did nothin' for me to take yo' ass to Lenox

Two Glocks, my double G's, ain't talkin' Gucci pendant

I got a girl at home, so when I'm done my brother hit it

Love-dovey new to me, I'm from the gutter wit' it

And the opps our brothers, but we sayin' **** them *****s

Yeah, you know me, I'm screamin' **** them *****s

And everytime they came to beef,

They want problems wit' it

And everytime it came to police we was on silence wit' it

Red dot on your homie just for ridin' with him

Red dot to your dome piece just for ridin' wit' him

It's gone be hard for me to sleep,

But thank God we did it

And all these broads on me,

It be so hard to miss 'em

Look at the cars in my V, ***** my car different

Aw man, I done got used to this lifestyle

Quarter million, that's some jewelry,

Someone turn the lights down

Bad ***** all on my trap phone,

She said she ready to pull up

Soon as she touch down in the city

She gon' be pullin' her skirt up

She got lip gloss on her lips,

Now it's lip gloss on my ****

She get's super freaky with the split

Got me bustin' like a loaded clip (brrt)

I stay automatic, drippin, in all the fashion (yeah)

Hunnid bands bustin' out the wrapper

I ain't like none of these cappers (no)

I cut so many of my dogs off,

That **** don't make no sense

Same *****s that watch me starve

When I ain't have a pot to piss

Say you ain't got it for your dog,

But you got it for your *****

And now she crazy, these streets they get shady

She wanna be sneaky and **** with all of us

She knows what she doin', go 'head and run it up

Yeah we rockin' Dasikhi's like we from Africa

Used to do type of netis now its 2K and up

Don't be layin' up

Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh

Don't be layin' up

Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh