Slump6s, Yung Bans - All There lyrics
Vas Coleman
[Slump6s, Yung Bans - All There lyrics]
Let's go, let's go
I just woke up
Checked my bank account and it's all there
On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here
Free my brother Melly
Swear my nigga been locked up all year
Took a nigga main and paint her face
We can all share tall skinny nigga
She say I look like a ball player
I don't do no malls
You know everything I got rare
Lit this bitch up
My neck look like a chandelier
Bitch, my neck look like a chandelier
If I got it on it ain't on the market
Think out the box, out of the margin
Off of this Earth, I feel like a Martian
Hop in the spaceship, and I start it
All of my bitches look like Barbies
Rockstar, Ed Hardy
All these rap niggas be garbage
Got me stayin' with Playboi Carti
I just woke up
Checked my bank account and it's all there
I've been gettin' rack on rack on
Rack and it's all year
Mink coat, got fur all on my back
Like a tall bear he was talkin' on a neck
Now his boy is a polar bear
I'ma count a hundred bands, lil' bitch
Big stick, when he seen, he ran
Good drank, yeah, we sip it again
He talk down, he limpin' again
I'ma fuck up on her sister again
Heat a nigga like a blister again
I'ma drop another hit again
She all on me 'cause I'm rich, goddamn
Stars on the roof, feelin' like an alien
A hundred shooters and they all aliens
Walk in the party, she all in my face again
I roll another one and I'm facin' it
Big body coupe, man, I feel like racin' it
I see the bar, then I'm always raisin' it
These niggas dried out like a raisin
Fuckin' the game up, need some maintenance
Yeah, money, it's so high
It's damn near touching God
Yeah, life is good like Future
I ain't talkin' Odd
Yeah, your lil' man a loser
He not touchin' I
Yeah, turned him to an angel
We gon' make him fly
I just woke up
Checked my bank account and it's all there
On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here
Free my brother Melly
Swear my nigga been locked up all year
Took a nigga main and paint her face
We can all share tall skinny nigga
She say I look like a ball player (Whoa)
I don't do no malls
You know everything I do rare (Whoa)
Lit this bitch up
My neck look like a chandelier
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Bitch, my neck look like a chandelier