Jose Guapo, Shy Glizzy - All We Do lyrics
[Jose Guapo, Shy Glizzy - All We Do lyrics]
These niggas Lawrence Fishburn
All they do is act
Shoutout my nigga Baby, all he sip is Act
Shoutout my nigga Three because
He keep that strap born in the trap
My mother and my father trap
See now we worldwide, we started off hustlin'
I fuck with bloods, I fuck with crips
I fuck with Muslims
Get you popped for a pair of new Foamposites
Fuck whoever, I stay high ho
I'm my own pilot
Pit'sburgh, Jack City, I put my hood on
Subway blocks
We smoke them bitches foot long
And all my niggas stylin'
All my niggas wylin'
My bitch hood but my kicks they are Italian
All we do is blow these racks
You know we get 'em back
All we do is pour it up
You know we smoke that pack
All we do is fuck up Barney's
Then we fuck up Saks
All we do is fuck your ho
And then we give her back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Blow these racks, you know we get 'em back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Fuck your ho and then we give her back
As-Salaam-Alaikum, shoutout to my brothers
If you eat bacon I don't trust ya
Word to my mother
Them niggas might be street
We just a lil tougher
I'm ballin' in the league
They playin' at Ruckers
Lil nigga, but you can call me Big Glizzy
Nigga fuck your thirty clip
These drums hold fifty
And I got a big crush on Iggy
If I ever get my chance
Then she stuck with me just landed in the A
I'm headed straight to Boulevard
Young crew got the toolie
He'll shoot your pops
And I be kicking pimpin' in the 3 with Guap
Might follow you from Lenox just
To get your watch
All we do is blow these racks
You know we get 'em back
All we do is pour it up
You know we smoke that pack
All we do is fuck up Barney's
Then we fuck up Saks
All we do is fuck your ho
And then we give her back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Blow these racks, you know we get 'em back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Fuck your ho and then we give her back
All they do is act
Shoutout my nigga Baby, all he sip is Act
Shoutout my nigga Three because
He keep that strap born in the trap
My mother and my father trap
See now we worldwide, we started off hustlin'
I fuck with bloods, I fuck with crips
I fuck with Muslims
Get you popped for a pair of new Foamposites
Fuck whoever, I stay high ho
I'm my own pilot
Pit'sburgh, Jack City, I put my hood on
Subway blocks
We smoke them bitches foot long
And all my niggas stylin'
All my niggas wylin'
My bitch hood but my kicks they are Italian
All we do is blow these racks
You know we get 'em back
All we do is pour it up
You know we smoke that pack
All we do is fuck up Barney's
Then we fuck up Saks
All we do is fuck your ho
And then we give her back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Blow these racks, you know we get 'em back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Fuck your ho and then we give her back
As-Salaam-Alaikum, shoutout to my brothers
If you eat bacon I don't trust ya
Word to my mother
Them niggas might be street
We just a lil tougher
I'm ballin' in the league
They playin' at Ruckers
Lil nigga, but you can call me Big Glizzy
Nigga fuck your thirty clip
These drums hold fifty
And I got a big crush on Iggy
If I ever get my chance
Then she stuck with me just landed in the A
I'm headed straight to Boulevard
Young crew got the toolie
He'll shoot your pops
And I be kicking pimpin' in the 3 with Guap
Might follow you from Lenox just
To get your watch
All we do is blow these racks
You know we get 'em back
All we do is pour it up
You know we smoke that pack
All we do is fuck up Barney's
Then we fuck up Saks
All we do is fuck your ho
And then we give her back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Blow these racks, you know we get 'em back
That's all we do, that's all we do
Fuck your ho and then we give her back