CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : It’s All on U
Antt did the track
(Beat Gang)
Huh
Yeah, never let them pu**y n***as play me
Put that on my baby, Forgis on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty
Richer than them n***as that be hatin'
Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti goin' crazy, huh
Stick tucked, I let my chain hang
Rich and gang bang
Leave a fifty in this b*t*h to rain in, huh
Bustin' sh*t, don't wear no Plain Jane
Hundred-thousand dollar Rollie, Scottdale, an AP on the same hand
You with the opps, that mean you ain't my mans
You movin' like the cops, can't take a chance, thirty-thousand in my pants
Yeah, dog sh*t in my pockets, where your bands?
Hit the show with thirty hitters
I'm with Cudi, he'll blick before he land
Cash it all the time, don't wait for sh*t
Twenty chains, crazy kid
Rich n***a, I can't f**k no basic b*t*h
You never been no boss, you drankin' tris
You never been no shooter, you's a b*t*h
Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh
Pour the Wocky up and drop a six
Icy than a b*t*h, put my city on the map, we in the mix
I been slimin' sh*t out since a jit
Cuban cost two bricks
We got all them thirsty hoes takin' pics
You wanna sign me? Yellin' out three mill'
Tweakin' in this b*t*h, just popped a pill
Gang 'nem yellin' out, "Free Kill"
Yeah, f**k a record label, we too real
F**k award shows, we in the field
Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled, n***a
I love my lil' bean 'cause she real
She want me at my best but love me at my worst, still
I can't let 'em kill Bill
I keep three Glocks and a stick
One regular, one got a d**k
One of 'em fully, with a fifty and a switch
A n***a diss, his a** better stay focused
Nowadays, the real n***as be doin' a lot of ho sh*t
Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone sh*t
My n***as don't speak english
All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze and
I'm f**kin' demonin' him
Bullets miss, I'm immortal
And I'm bossin' up, I got the 'Rari truck on pre-order
The fifty for the Richard Mill', I ain't even see a quarter
I need my twenty-five, where I reside, these n***as down shorter
I got expensive taste
I'm drankin' Wock', I scrape
Takin' zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state
They see they down for me but really fakin'
Ain't one to help, put on my shoes, man, I couldn't tie my laces (Yeah)
Like John Gotti, beat a thousand cases
We keepin' people straight, they doin' voodoo way in Haiti
I'ma speak my mind every time, I don't care how you take it
I keep it real, and for that all the real, n***as embrace me
Jumped off the tour bus and all the b*t*hes start to chase me
But then my pockets start spreadin', I big faced it
The cheese, the cheese done got me beefin' with my lady
She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me
(Beat Gang)
(Beat Gang)
Huh
Yeah, never let them pu**y n***as play me
Put that on my baby, Forgis on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty
Richer than them n***as that be hatin'
Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti goin' crazy, huh
Stick tucked, I let my chain hang
Rich and gang bang
Leave a fifty in this b*t*h to rain in, huh
Bustin' sh*t, don't wear no Plain Jane
Hundred-thousand dollar Rollie, Scottdale, an AP on the same hand
You with the opps, that mean you ain't my mans
You movin' like the cops, can't take a chance, thirty-thousand in my pants
Yeah, dog sh*t in my pockets, where your bands?
Hit the show with thirty hitters
I'm with Cudi, he'll blick before he land
Cash it all the time, don't wait for sh*t
Twenty chains, crazy kid
Rich n***a, I can't f**k no basic b*t*h
You never been no boss, you drankin' tris
You never been no shooter, you's a b*t*h
Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh
Pour the Wocky up and drop a six
Icy than a b*t*h, put my city on the map, we in the mix
I been slimin' sh*t out since a jit
Cuban cost two bricks
We got all them thirsty hoes takin' pics
You wanna sign me? Yellin' out three mill'
Tweakin' in this b*t*h, just popped a pill
Gang 'nem yellin' out, "Free Kill"
Yeah, f**k a record label, we too real
F**k award shows, we in the field
Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled, n***a
I love my lil' bean 'cause she real
She want me at my best but love me at my worst, still
I can't let 'em kill Bill
I keep three Glocks and a stick
One regular, one got a d**k
One of 'em fully, with a fifty and a switch
A n***a diss, his a** better stay focused
Nowadays, the real n***as be doin' a lot of ho sh*t
Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone sh*t
My n***as don't speak english
All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze and
I'm f**kin' demonin' him
Bullets miss, I'm immortal
And I'm bossin' up, I got the 'Rari truck on pre-order
The fifty for the Richard Mill', I ain't even see a quarter
I need my twenty-five, where I reside, these n***as down shorter
I got expensive taste
I'm drankin' Wock', I scrape
Takin' zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state
They see they down for me but really fakin'
Ain't one to help, put on my shoes, man, I couldn't tie my laces (Yeah)
Like John Gotti, beat a thousand cases
We keepin' people straight, they doin' voodoo way in Haiti
I'ma speak my mind every time, I don't care how you take it
I keep it real, and for that all the real, n***as embrace me
Jumped off the tour bus and all the b*t*hes start to chase me
But then my pockets start spreadin', I big faced it
The cheese, the cheese done got me beefin' with my lady
She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me
(Beat Gang)
