All In

I like talkin' lots of shit
Get em lit, get em lit
(Get fuckin' lit)
All them got a trick
Triple six, hit the fifth, aye
(Hit the fifth)
Kin is locked in
Split the chips, hit the wrist
(Hit the wrist)
I run in the pits, but we winnin' in a min'
(But we winnin' but we winnin')
You can talk big, let em dig
Said they hit… not convinced
Every time I drop a song I hit a lick
(Song I hit a lick)
Fuck a brick, I be building with the chips
(Building chips, what)
Got some aces in the mix, I’m all in
(All in)
Yo, who the fuck’s this fuckin' kid, rocking watches on his wrist
But his pockets rockin' lint?
«Shit yo, I don’t know, he’s lit»
(he is…)
Got more juice than crusty socks under the bottom of your bed
(jerkin')
All you kiddies like to choke, but I like copping me some neck
(cuxh cuxh cuxh)
Chicks be rollin' when you say «hi, nice to meet ya»
Bitches send me pepperonis 'cause I screamed about a pizza
(Gaaaaahhh!)
Y’all be charging more for features than you got up in your followers list,
(what the fuck?)
My bitches swallow, they suck your dick with a condom and spit…
Man I got clout without a face tat, toting, shooting, or dragging
You go out and rent a Maybach and film a music vid'
So I’m 'bout to kill you fucking tragic
And fucking closeted actors like I shot up the mansion Spacey was shaggin' in…
(ohp…)
I like talkin' lots of shit
Get em lit, get em lit
(Get fuckin' lit)
All them got a trick
Triple six, hit the fifth, aye
(Hit the fifth)
Kin is locked in
Split the chips, hit the wrist
(Hit the wrist)
I run in the pits, but we winnin' in a min'
(But we winnin' but we winnin')
You can talk big, let em dig
Said they hit… not convinced
Every time I drop a song I hit a lick
(Song I hit a lick)
Fuck a brick, I be building with the chips
(Building chips, what)
Got some aces in the mix, I’m all in
(All in)
Bitch I’m on the run, you won’t see me from the front…
Got a couple funds doin' shit you never done
I’m so hard I’m living life it’s like I’m always 'bout to cum
I can’t hear your mouth, but I can really feel her tongue…
(ah ah ah)
Lately drop bass for cake, and making no funds
Make my statements, chase, but don’t run
In a grounded place, erase what don’t bump
Face to face, and facing no one
Had a fake bitch, now I don’t love
Gettin' fucked, and giving no fucks
If the face is kicked, I bet I won’t bust
She got tears from deepthroat, yeah, she choked up
God damn!
I don’t got cash to use
Just a pack of matches, and cammy blues, and a bottle of vodka in my ass and
gooch
If you want a sip, I better grab some boobs
Trust me, that’s the rules of gooch gang
Twofers, gettin' turnt on tuesdays
Bernies, so I’m fucked, I’m too faced
So I’m like…
(Whoop!)
I like talkin' lots of shit
Get em lit, get em lit
(get fuckin' lit)
All them got a trick
Triple six, hit the fifth, aye
(Hit the fifth)
Kin is locked in
Split the chips, hit the wrist
(Hit the wrist)
I run in the pits, but we winnin' in a min'
(But we winnin' but we winnin')
You can talk big, let em dig
Said they hit… not convinced
Every time I drop a song I hit a lick
(Song I hit a lick)
Fuck a brick, I be building with the chips
(Building chips, what)
Got some aces in the mix, I’m all in
(All in)
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like…
(lit, lit)
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like…
(lit, lit)
Fuck a motherfuckin' brick, I be buildin' with the chips…
(oh, oh)
Got some aces in the mix I’m all in
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like…
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like… uh
Fuck you
Ya muvva… ha!