PayUp! Game, Cherele, André DeSaint, Ellz, Mouf - STAMPEDE lyrics

All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All My niggas gettin' fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up

Showtime, I'm finna go ape
All my bitches better show face
I'm on that Killah with 14 niggas
With a bird on my arm they call me Ghostface
They gassed this party up all day
So the next four hours is no break
With a car full of bitches
Thats all tryna get it
Better move this couch, I need mo' space
Your brand new ho is my old date
Before you kiss her use Colgate
She bend over, I swing the wood
You would've never thought we
Was good at Croquet i fuck her on liquor
Man I hope I don't throw up
Sex on the rocks - damn, thats a cold cut
(Goddamn it Jae, when you finna grow up?)
Man that was out the window when I showed up

Fuck that noise, I'm po'd up
OG Ron C, I'm slowed up
Hanging on to the wall like a poster
Bang-Bang, oh, fresh out the holster
Mobbin' at your crib like your parents, ho
No 5-0 yet? that's a miracle
Could you ask yo dude why he starin' for?
Know he sees this crown, I'm imperial
Elephants are all on my logos
And middle fingers all in my photos
Purple haze rollin' up these o-zones
Name one track I wasn't cold on
Did ya notice I'm like too lit?
Think I spoke to God after 2 hit's
Just popped champagne on a white chick
For the right spliff take slight risks

All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All My niggas gettin' fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up

Met a bad bitch named Holly
Yeah I'm tryna give her that wood
And her tongue full of that Molly
Everybody on that good
Oh you a fan? Well then Word Up!
I got a whole night we can burn up
You know how many women I turn down?
You ain't got no choice but to turn up
Damn these niggas sound bitch made
Your rhymes are very Tyler Perry
I ain't tryna sleep till I get paid
I'm up all night till my eyes are cherry
Cups in the air like true
It ain't just me I came with a crew
I'm tryna leave with you, you, and you
You and you What I gotta do?

You don't got a clue but I bet
I'm on the Yak bruh bruh
Four things and a bottle roast
Weed and I'm auto-
Pilot violet kush bleed in impalas
All my G's Gullah Gullah
Island for the mullah
Motherfuck 'em cold blooded
Real nigga roll a onion
Got kush, 2 cups, and bitches in abundance
My niggas not to fuck with
Got my hand on a bottle and
Some purp in my cup bitch
Now that match my weed kissin pink
Bitches drink piffin stink
All eyes on me, Pac in this bitch
Locked in this bitch
Throw some Ciroc in this bitch
My people, my people
Blow down roll up that diesel
One time tonight we live one life
Get blasted then we redo

All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All my niggas gettin' fucked up
All my bitches gettin' real ratchet
All My niggas gettin' fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up