All I want is you
All I want is you baby you trippin
Got hit wit a smistern he died he on a mission
All my niggas we come wit ambition send shots to ya fitted we really go get it
Ik bitches that line you for digits
Moving tact and spin back bout they business
Put the chrome to his mouth like a dentist
free all the guys that got booked wit a sentence
Big hands grip tight on a ruger
Told bro to roll up he passed me oota
Got the keys to the block like a super
Watching my back niggas know my maneuver
Follow through from the top like a shooter
Feeling like clay and curry how I do em
Know a ocky nigga bet he boom him
Lights out...forty five make it gloomy
Fuck a chop I pull up blow her back out
Niggas be chatting flexing bout the pass now
Covid season I walk wit a mask now
Brought his bitch to the spot bet he mad now
See his wallet showing he get pat down
Gang in the spot the pussy niggas sat down
Pass the raw the grabba getting smacked down
Sparked the spliff lil shawty she relaxed now
Brodie pass me the sticks now I'm in the game
Certain shit ain't a choice yk who to blaim
...Gang in my section we moving like norte Damne
Can't hang you a lame we don't smoke the same
Hit the gas to his lungs just to ease the pain
he worried his niggas won't move the same
It's Ight tho bro
Spin his block big chop make a light show bro
All black ski mask like a psycho bro
Killing these niggas I'm feeling like Michael
Told lil bro when he go keep the pipe low
Try to line me or the gang I can not go
Tool in his stomach he signed up for lypo
Keep your head up never lack be Ight bro
I'm walking wit shadow them niggas don't like those
Light up a spliff and get high like a kite bro
I'll be Ight tho
Late nights when I chill in the stop
Sparked me a spliff with a liter of wok
Quiet down don't blow up the spot
Like what would you do if you caught you opp
Can't fight so he toat him a Glock
But most of my niggas they do it a lot
Free the guys that got locked in the box
FORVER M dotty we scream that a lot
Miss my Brodies this shit get so lonely
No more cyphing smoking by my dolly
..iPhone in my hand the plug outside
Let him in cause we tryna cop 40s
Got the bops in the spot make a movie
Took a sip of the henny feeling groovy
Heard you kissed on a thot got the cooties
Why you lying on me quit assuming
We was goals for the most why you do me
No more linking got me feeling clueless
Then you text me ask me why I do this
You stupid
Lil shawty you buggin
Fuck off my line you chatting for nothing
We line up your brother
Take bread from your mother
Nigga ran in the crib so they shot up the covers
So shawty just chill you driving me crazy
Got hit on a drill would you ride and come save me
I'm tryna get lit like they did in the eighties
But fuck all of that all I want is you baby