"All That" lyrics

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

I pop in rose set, all baguettes
I ain't fucking with you bitch, I think I'm all that
Hit my accountant gave him 600 thousand all checks
Got like 6 foreign whips they all black, they all matte
Fuck her and don't call back
She get stretched now she stressed
She get wet off a text
She get texts just for sex
I don't bap I don't flex
Then I'm onto the next
I be gone off the net
Hit the phone when is that
Send her home in a black
Elliant VVS ain't no chrome on my neck
How he livin like that
He ain't got no platinum plaques
Swervo pulled up all Rovers me and foe 'nem back to back
We them niggas out the 'raq
Rap but we don't gotta rap

All black with the blick to match
It ain't none to get you whacked
In the studio with Max
So high might forget to rap
Where I'm from like Vietnam
Most my bitches from the 'raq
You just good at posting guns, never made them bitches clap
Ain't really ate none today, but some beans boy
We ain't gone tell you that food we just gon' eat you boy
Turn me up a little where I can't hear them niggas
You play Malcolm Middle then you droppin' with him
Ain't worried about no fake ass, lame ass, suckin' dick for a deal, gay ass, rappin' nigga
Like birthday cake you get ya face smashed ASAP
Snipers always first to strike cause I don't like to play that
At the racetrack I'm sellin gas
Try me I'm on niggas ass
Remember worried about some cash
Tote the carbon with a flash
I run from bitches fall in love with me too fast
I don't run from smoke this shit for show
Go ask the test

(ATL Jacob)