A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Lil Durk, PnB Rock - All Of Us lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Rakim Hasheem Allen
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Lil Durk, PnB Rock - All Of Us lyrics]
She wanna be sneaky and fuck with all of us
She knows what she doin'
Go 'head and run it up
Yeah we rockin' Dasikhi's like
We from Africa
Used to do [?] now its 2K and up
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
Kiss on my neck
I'm off them percy's, I be raspin'
Speak on my name
You speak on me, just speak the facts
Ooh, me PnB, A Boogie, this
Shit gon' be classic
She suck my dick in the middle of the floor
I gotta dump these ashes
I don't trick off
I don't buy nothinn', might buy some lashes
Durkio, I like my bitches ratchet
Styrofoam, I mixed the lean with Xanax
You ain't did nothin' for me to
Take yo' ass to Lenox
Two Glocks
My double G's, ain't talkin' Gucci pendant
I got a girl at home
So when I'm done my brother hit it
Love-dovey new to me
I'm from the gutter wit' it
And the opps our brothers
But we sayin' fuck them niggas
Yeah, you know me, I'm
Screamin' fuck them niggas
And everytime they came to beef
They want problems wit' it
And everytime it came to police we
Was on silence wit' it
Red dot on your homie just
For ridin' with him
Red dot to your dome piece
Just for ridin' wit' him
It's gone be hard for me to sleep
But thank God we did it
And all these broads on me
It be so hard to miss 'em
Look at the cars in my V
Bitch my car different
Aw man, I done got used to this lifestyle
Quarter million
That's some jewelry
Someone turn the lights down
Bad bitch all on my trap phone
She said she ready to pull up
Soon as she touch down in the city
She gone be pullin' her skirt up
She got lip gloss on her lips
Now it's lip gloss on my dick
She get's super freaky with the split
Got me bustin' like a loaded clip (brrt)
I stay automatic, drippin, in all the fashion
(yeah)
Hunnid bands bustin' out the wrapper
I ain't like none of these cappers (no)
I cut so many of my dogs off
That shit don't make no sense
Same niggas that watch me starve when I
Ain't have a pot to piss
Say you ain't got it for your dog
But you got it for your bitch
And now she crazy
These streets they get shady
She wanna be sneaky and fuck with all of us
She knows what she doin'
Go 'head and run it up
Yeah we rockin' Dasikhi's like
We from Africa
Used to do [?] now its 2K and up
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
She knows what she doin'
Go 'head and run it up
Yeah we rockin' Dasikhi's like
We from Africa
Used to do [?] now its 2K and up
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
Kiss on my neck
I'm off them percy's, I be raspin'
Speak on my name
You speak on me, just speak the facts
Ooh, me PnB, A Boogie, this
Shit gon' be classic
She suck my dick in the middle of the floor
I gotta dump these ashes
I don't trick off
I don't buy nothinn', might buy some lashes
Durkio, I like my bitches ratchet
Styrofoam, I mixed the lean with Xanax
You ain't did nothin' for me to
Take yo' ass to Lenox
Two Glocks
My double G's, ain't talkin' Gucci pendant
I got a girl at home
So when I'm done my brother hit it
Love-dovey new to me
I'm from the gutter wit' it
And the opps our brothers
But we sayin' fuck them niggas
Yeah, you know me, I'm
Screamin' fuck them niggas
And everytime they came to beef
They want problems wit' it
And everytime it came to police we
Was on silence wit' it
Red dot on your homie just
For ridin' with him
Red dot to your dome piece
Just for ridin' wit' him
It's gone be hard for me to sleep
But thank God we did it
And all these broads on me
It be so hard to miss 'em
Look at the cars in my V
Bitch my car different
Aw man, I done got used to this lifestyle
Quarter million
That's some jewelry
Someone turn the lights down
Bad bitch all on my trap phone
She said she ready to pull up
Soon as she touch down in the city
She gone be pullin' her skirt up
She got lip gloss on her lips
Now it's lip gloss on my dick
She get's super freaky with the split
Got me bustin' like a loaded clip (brrt)
I stay automatic, drippin, in all the fashion
(yeah)
Hunnid bands bustin' out the wrapper
I ain't like none of these cappers (no)
I cut so many of my dogs off
That shit don't make no sense
Same niggas that watch me starve when I
Ain't have a pot to piss
Say you ain't got it for your dog
But you got it for your bitch
And now she crazy
These streets they get shady
She wanna be sneaky and fuck with all of us
She knows what she doin'
Go 'head and run it up
Yeah we rockin' Dasikhi's like
We from Africa
Used to do [?] now its 2K and up
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh
Don't be layin' up
Everytime you come over we be layin', oh, oh