It's All On U

(专辑： Paint The City (Gangsta Grillz) - 2022)

[Icewear Vezzo:]
Antt did the track
(Beat Gang)
Huh

Yeah, never let them pussy niggas play me
Put that on my baby, Forgis on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty
Richer than them niggas that be hating
Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti going crazy, huh
Stick tucked, I let my chain hang
Rich and gang bang
Leave a fifty in this bitch to rain in, huh
Busting shit, 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 moving like the cops, can't take a chance, thirty-thousand in my pants
Yeah, dog shit 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 shit
Twenty chains, crazy kid
Rich nigga, I can't fuck no basic bitch
You never been no boss, you dranking tris
You never been no shooter, you's a bitch
Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh
Pour the Wocky up and drop a six
Icy than a bitch, put my city on the map, we in the mix
I been sliming shit out since a jit
Cuban cost two bricks
We got all them thirsty hoes taking pics
You wanna sign me? Yelling out three mill'
Tweaking in this bitch, just popped a pill
Gang 'nem yelling out, "Free Kill"
Yeah, fuck a record label, we too real
Fuck award shows, we in the field
Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled, nigga

[Kodak Black:]
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 dick
One of 'em fully, with a fifty and a switch
A nigga diss, his ass better stay focused
Nowadays, the real niggas be doing a lot of ho shit
Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone shit
My niggas don't speak english
All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze and
I'm fucking demoning him
Bullets miss, I'm immortal
And I'm bossing 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 niggas down shorter
I got expensive taste
I'm dranking Wock', I scrape
Taking zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state
They see they down for me but really faking
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 keeping people straight, they doing 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, niggas embrace me
Jumped off the tour bus and all the bitches start to chase me
But then my pockets start spreading, I big faced it
The cheese, the cheese done got me beefing with my lady
She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me
(Beat Gang)