"All That" lyrics
Peezy & Chicken P Lyrics
You know we the shit, boy
You know we the—
I said, you know we the shit
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
Brazi' gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole six
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me
They had some other nigga happy 'cause they ran it up with me
My first week with it, made about a buck fifty
You can ask my lil' brother, shh, he was a witness
Operation boomin', we be dumpin' shit the quickest
I'ma get the bag and he gon' stand on all the business
And we ballin', buy the BMWs, give 'em to the women
Date-justers is for my soldiers, save the millions for my children
Ain't been buyin' clothes, nigga, lately we been buyin' buildings
Fuckin' with that ghetto gumbo, we gon' see a hundred million
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
Brazi' gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me
Had some other nigga happy 'cause they ran it up with me
Za's, highs, lows, I got all that
For the bus one gumbo, just bring me forty-five flat
Brrt, trap nigga rappin', still workin' five jacks
IPhone 6's full of million-dollar contacts
Yeah, I felt Martin Luther King, but I'm done dreamin'
Hit my knees, God forgive me, I might come demon
Hit your knees, oh my God, this bitch a cum-eater
Why the fuck I just poured a five in a one liter?
She said, "Why the fuck you gotta drive like you Vin Diesel?"
Chrome Heart crosses, I been dodgin' the grim reaper
First time I count the paper, I hide it and then I'm leavin'
My lil' bitch in the sky, suitcase full of sativas
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
Brasi gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought six
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city
Had everybody mad, they had to come and fuck with me
Had some other nigga happy 'cause they ran it up with me
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
David Wesson
Let the beat ride out, Dave
You know we the—
I said, you know we the shit
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
Brazi' gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole six
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me
They had some other nigga happy 'cause they ran it up with me
My first week with it, made about a buck fifty
You can ask my lil' brother, shh, he was a witness
Operation boomin', we be dumpin' shit the quickest
I'ma get the bag and he gon' stand on all the business
And we ballin', buy the BMWs, give 'em to the women
Date-justers is for my soldiers, save the millions for my children
Ain't been buyin' clothes, nigga, lately we been buyin' buildings
Fuckin' with that ghetto gumbo, we gon' see a hundred million
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
Brazi' gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me
Had some other nigga happy 'cause they ran it up with me
Za's, highs, lows, I got all that
For the bus one gumbo, just bring me forty-five flat
Brrt, trap nigga rappin', still workin' five jacks
IPhone 6's full of million-dollar contacts
Yeah, I felt Martin Luther King, but I'm done dreamin'
Hit my knees, God forgive me, I might come demon
Hit your knees, oh my God, this bitch a cum-eater
Why the fuck I just poured a five in a one liter?
She said, "Why the fuck you gotta drive like you Vin Diesel?"
Chrome Heart crosses, I been dodgin' the grim reaper
First time I count the paper, I hide it and then I'm leavin'
My lil' bitch in the sky, suitcase full of sativas
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
Brasi gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought six
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city
Had everybody mad, they had to come and fuck with me
Had some other nigga happy 'cause they ran it up with me
Gangsta, hustler, grinder, all that
Pimp, player, shiner, all that
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
David Wesson
Let the beat ride out, Dave
