Thriller (All That)

Now I ain’t been a bitch
Since my nigga died
Ain’t no fearing death
When you been thinking homicide
I been smoking
I been drinking like I’ll suicide
Find somebody realer?
Pussy nigga, you a lie
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
Fuck that 9 to 5
I never got a call back
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
You looking at the thriller in its pure form
Stop talking about a drill if you ain’t good for it
Lil nigga wanna be me
But you can’t be Jordan
But catch these shots I’m throwing at you
Rodman keep boarding
Boarding all of these planes
Soar on all of these lames
I’m hella zooted but I keep it moving
Might swerve in all these lanes
Say she want ding-ling from this dream team
If we make a mess, then she clean things
Boy stressed shit for my ex-lick
Guess I was busting nuts in your next fling
I heard my ex been laying with some broke niggas
I hate a broke nigga, I will choke niggas
My momma tried to tell mind these damn manners
But tell your girlfriend come get her damn panties
Now I ain’t been a bitch
Since my nigga died
Ain’t no fearing death
When you been thinking homicide
I been smoking
I been drinking like I’ll suicide
Still that ugly motherfucker
But your chick will ride
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
She can think she run shit
But bet she crawl back
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
I got a lot of pussy
But I’m not a pussy
I’m all about the pussy
I came out a pussy
Swear to God I been real nigga since I popped out
And been a rich nigga since I dropped out
More dough than my teachers
We cooked crack
I pushed white
Now make more dough for my features
But I’ll go back
That’s on my life
In front of Fairplay with fair play
Split your wig, bad hair day
Just ask your moms, I’m going God
Give no fuck what your prayers say
Riding round in that double-edge
Looking trill as fuck like I’m thoroughbred
No bank account but I’m cashing out
If I flip the mattress, I’ll bunk the bed
Got a couple boppers just giving head
For hundred dollars I’ll get you fed
Girl all I want for my birthday is you
And your fucking friend
I’m the man
I’m the fucking man
I already hit your girl
Now I’m finna get your aunt
It’s the klan
It’s the klan
Tell them hoes we ain’t playing
XCI, fuck you saying boy?
Now I ain’t been a bitch
Since my nigga died
Ain’t no fearing death
When you been thinking homicide
I been smoking
I been drinking like I’ll suicide
If I do, at least my homies on the other side
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
Don’t have me beat this nigga ass
Like Mortal Kombat
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I’m all that
Okay, my house smelling checks
Stove smelling like wet
Toilet smelling like shit
But boy, my bed smelling like sex
And you gon' die nothing
Homie you gon' die suffering
But if I don’t die grinding
Just know I’ll die fucking
And this I bet, yes
Got a chick on deck
Patio hoe, her knickers wet
New York, New Jersey moved your nets
Birds migrate and my mind great
And my mind set in my mind state
But expect no less
Need silence like I got my test
So February gone and drop that mess
Keep her going, never slowing
Gaming no one, keep her token
Eat her out, leave her open
Let digest
See her moping, cannot cope it
Lead to hoping panties soaking
Collect pussy like the IRS
Let’s move forward, Robert Horry
Spur of moment, Maury later
Commentator speak of glory to my hater, yeah