All These B*tches

I got hard dick for all these bitches

I get all their numbers, I don't call these bitches

No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches

Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas

I got V12 sittin' on rims and I parked the bull back in my Benz

Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it 'cause it's my friend

Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin

Diamond jeans cost an M&M, why? So bright cut off a limb

Look at me then look at him

Hard top Bentley, Bentley rims

Fucked two sisters wet the crib

In a drop top dunk I broke the rims

Back to back bitch call them twins

Got a hard top X and a drop top M

Call me iceberg slim can't fuck with him

2k on weed-hell, that's a deal

5k on lean, I'm leanin' now

Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreamin' now

Your girlfriends a semen demon

Big Guwop she screamin' out

Drop top Rarri showin' cleavage, I'm on Cleveland, call it Bleveland

Knocked your bitch don't need no reason

Take my bitch then call it even (it's Gucci)

I got hard dick for all these bitches

I get all their numbers, I don't call these bitches

No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches

Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas

You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga

You die, you hit forgis, that's on shawty, nigga

We don't trust these bitches or these niggas

Got the big face Rollies 40 on us niggas

Nigga tried to knock me off

But these niggas extra soft

How the hell you just start robbin'? Come and try and test a boss

Played the hand that I was dealt

40 make you patty melt

I don't send no niggas, dawg, I do that shit by myself

Co-defendant that's a no

Can't have that shit fly in court

One thing about young juice my

Niggas spied the pussy like a scope

Since you pussy I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat

Killa-killer, murder-murder

Flip that nigga like a burger

I don't shoot for legs so you know ain't no attempted murder

And Young Juice man stay with fire

Make me put you on a burner

Smoke you like a cancer stick

Make your mom and them alone

Talking all that tough talk but your ass know you bologna

Born to go to war, man you got me talkin' like I'm Kony

I got hard dick for all these bitches

I get all their numbers, I don't call these bitches

No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches

Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas

You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga

You die, you hit forgis, that's on shawty, nigga

We don't trust these bitches or these niggas

Got the big face Rollies 40 on us niggas