LP Rambo, Dyscaine - All On The Floor lyrics

That is not a foreign car
You're in a Honda Accord
You're in a Honda Accord, smokin' on gas
I brought the bong up aboard
Throw them bitches all on the floor
Just to throw them bitches all on the floor
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Smoking packs for the stress until
I fall on the floor i need the stacks, run
That paper, like LaFlare, i need more
Ski mask is very rare
When I barge at your door
Laugh my way to the bank while
Gas is fogging the Ford gather racks
Just to throw them bitches all on the floor
That is not a foreign car
You're in a Honda Accord
I am smoking on gas
I brought the bong up aboard
And I will not hesitate to cut you off
Like a sword

Cut that nigga off, I used a chainsaw
Playing with the squad, I shoot your face off
Can't see fake like Ray Charles
Make you run home like Baseball know some
Young niggas refuse to tell what they saw
My swag bitches like that
My flow niggas bite that
Niggas bite down so hard, I don't like that
Your baby girl thirsty
Nigga where the sprite at?
Wanna know how high I be? Look
Where the next Kites at hit her one time
Turned her ass to a sleep hoe
You low as a seagull, I'm fly as a Eagle
I dress like a biker
I dress like the beatles
We don't fuck with people
Meet the Desert Eagle

Smoking packs for the stress until
I fall on the floor i need the stacks, run
That paper, like LaFlare, i need more
Ski mask is very rare
When I barge at your door
Laugh my way to the bank while
Gas is fogging the Ford gather racks
Just to throw them bitches all on the floor
That is not a foreign car
You're in a Honda Accord
I am smoking on gas
I brought the bong up aboard
And I will not hesitate to cut you off
Like a sword

Gather racks just to throw them
Bitches all on the floor
Gather stacks just to throw them
Tippas all on a whore
Desert Eagle on my lap
Rapid fire leave your corpse on the floor
Leave no trace, burn you off with a torch
You on your on when we start hearing sirens
I'm bailing like Cdai while
I'm gripping iron
Let nine out a 22 then leave in silence
I could give a fuck bout
A mama that's crying, i'm violent!
I don't take a sentence, I exit the coast
Head is red at the tips
But he ain't Lil Boat
"RGK" is the way for your
Brain to get poked
And your friend to get gagged 'till
He bleed while he chokes
Auction off his soul
Sell his ass to the lord
Cross a nigga like he Jesus, Noah's Ark
Bullets pour hollow tips, like my dick
When her knees hit the floor
If we talking bout the
Green, want nothing less, only more

Smoking packs for the stress until
I fall on the floor i need the stacks, run
That paper, like LaFlare, i need more
Ski mask is very rare
When I barge at your door
Laugh my way to the bank while
Gas is fogging the Ford gather racks
Just to throw them bitches all on the floor
That is not a foreign car
You're in a Honda Accord
I am smoking on gas
I brought the bong up aboard
And I will not hesitate to cut you off
Like a sword