Kodak Black, G Herbo - All That lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
G Herbo [Herbert Wright III] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kodak Black, G Herbo - All That lyrics]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
I pop out a Rolls set, all baguette
I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch
I think I'm all that (Swerv')
Hit my accountant, gave him
Six hundred thousand, all checks
Got like six foreign whips, they all black
They all matte fuck her and don't call back
She get stressed, now she stressed
She get wet off a text
She get text just for sex, I don't bap
I don't flex (Phew)
Then I'm on to the next
I be gone off the neck (Huh)
Hit the phone when it's dead
Turn the homе into black
Eliante, VVS, ain't no Chrome on my neck
(You know that) how hе livin' like that? He
Ain't got no platinum plaques
Swervo pulled up, all roses, me and foe'nem
Back to back
We them niggas out the 'Raq, rap
But we don't gotta rap
All black whip to blick the MAC
It ain't nothin' to get you whacked
In the studio with MACs
So I might forget to rap
Where I'm from, like Vietnam
Most my bitches from the 'Raq
We just good at postin' a gun
Never made them bitches clap
Yeah, ain't really ate nothin'
Today, but some beans, boy
We ain't gon' tell you that you
Food, we just gon' eat, boy
Turn me up a little, boy
I can't hear them niggas
You play Malcolm Middle
Then you droppin' the rental (Hm-m)
I ain't no worried 'bout no fake-ass
Lame-ass suckin' dick for a deal
Gay-ass rapper nigga
Like a birthday cake, you
Get your face smashed, aSAP
Snipers always first to strike
'cause I don't like to pay back
At race track, I'm sellin' gas, Charmin
I'm on niggas ass
Brand new 'Rari, bought it
Cash, totin' a carbon, i'm with a flash
I run from bitches
Fall in love with me too fast
I don't run from smoke, this shit for sure
Go ask the task
I pop out a Rolls set, all baguette
I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch
I think I'm all that (Swerv')
Hit my accountant, gave him
Six hundred thousand, all checks
Got like six foreign whips, they all black
They all matte fuck her and don't call back
She get stressed, now she stressed
She get wet off a text
She get text just for sex, I don't bap
I don't flex (Phew)
Then I'm on to the next
I be gone off the neck (Huh)
Hit the phone when it's dead
Turn the homе into black
Eliante, VVS, ain't no Chrome on my neck
(You know that) how hе livin' like that? He
Ain't got no platinum plaques
Swervo pulled up, all roses, me and foe'nem
Back to back
We them niggas out the 'Raq, rap
But we don't gotta rap
All black whip to blick the MAC
It ain't nothin' to get you whacked
In the studio with MACs
So I might forget to rap
Where I'm from, like Vietnam
Most my bitches from the 'Raq
We just good at postin' a gun
Never made them bitches clap
Yeah, ain't really ate nothin'
Today, but some beans, boy
We ain't gon' tell you that you
Food, we just gon' eat, boy
Turn me up a little, boy
I can't hear them niggas
You play Malcolm Middle
Then you droppin' the rental (Hm-m)
I ain't no worried 'bout no fake-ass
Lame-ass suckin' dick for a deal
Gay-ass rapper nigga
Like a birthday cake, you
Get your face smashed, aSAP
Snipers always first to strike
'cause I don't like to pay back
At race track, I'm sellin' gas, Charmin
I'm on niggas ass
Brand new 'Rari, bought it
Cash, totin' a carbon, i'm with a flash
I run from bitches
Fall in love with me too fast
I don't run from smoke, this shit for sure
Go ask the task