Slump6s - all i do lyrics
[Slump6s - all i do lyrics]
Run up a rack, my pockets get fold
I fuck a hoe, she twenty years old
I'm kickin' shit
We finna shoot up your house
That nigga rat like a mouse
She trynna take off her blouse
Look at my bank account, fifty
Racks up, by the cost
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his life
He a joke
She tryna give me the throat, no Polo G
I'm the goat no way, I cannot fold
I might just hop out that four door coupe
Yeah, hop out that car, then
Shoot, run that money, That's all I do
C-call up Tana, he sent me the beat
You want a feature, boy, send me the feat
That nigga talkin' but he wanna be like me
It's really ain't hard to believe
I ain't a dad, I got so many sons
Not in the army, got so many guns
He trynna run up, he gotta be dumb
Bitch, are you stupid? The fuck?
Bitch, I been countin' the bucks
That nigga hoggin' a blunt
He finna put on a front
I'm finna put on her bun
My nigga shoot shit for fun
My nigga shoot shit for nothin'
She really think she the one
Yeah, I fuck her once, then I'm done
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his life
He a joke
She tryna give me the throat, no Polo G
I'm the goat no way, I cannot fold
I might just hop out that four door coupe
Yeah, hop out that car, then
Shoot, run that money, That's all I do
I fuck a hoe, she twenty years old
I'm kickin' shit
We finna shoot up your house
That nigga rat like a mouse
She trynna take off her blouse
Look at my bank account, fifty
Racks up, by the cost
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his life
He a joke
She tryna give me the throat, no Polo G
I'm the goat no way, I cannot fold
I might just hop out that four door coupe
Yeah, hop out that car, then
Shoot, run that money, That's all I do
C-call up Tana, he sent me the beat
You want a feature, boy, send me the feat
That nigga talkin' but he wanna be like me
It's really ain't hard to believe
I ain't a dad, I got so many sons
Not in the army, got so many guns
He trynna run up, he gotta be dumb
Bitch, are you stupid? The fuck?
Bitch, I been countin' the bucks
That nigga hoggin' a blunt
He finna put on a front
I'm finna put on her bun
My nigga shoot shit for fun
My nigga shoot shit for nothin'
She really think she the one
Yeah, I fuck her once, then I'm done
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his life
He a joke
She tryna give me the throat, no Polo G
I'm the goat no way, I cannot fold
I might just hop out that four door coupe
Yeah, hop out that car, then
Shoot, run that money, That's all I do