ALL THAT ft. ssolumm Lyrics

Bad bitch wanna hit my phone but I ain't picking up

Ain't sticking up, don't stick around

Keep blicky tucked, like fifty rounds, okay

Slippin' jimmy, hit the road

FN with me, hit yo dome

Troops in Italy, that's Rome

Like Vox17, they know just what we be on

In the night feel like a crow, crow

And it's blurry, see all neon

Call up all the dirty, nasty, foulest bitches in the room, I feel like Leon

Okay, okay, what we be on, what you think?

Run your pockets, I need all that

they tell me I should fall back

I did that shit before and that bitch still ain't never call back

Like what?

Now my money in a tall stack

Got 50 bands in this mall bag

I walk in and buy it all, even tea bags, no ballsack

And they all wanna know who I am, like who that man

Like who that boy? Like who him is

Like Bunnyhop, I'm just moving in

And they fuckin with me and my Loubuitons

I've been steppin' stompin' in my Truey jeans

She too busy, said she making movie scenes

I ain't never seen her on the movie screen, bitch

Quit lying, you ain't all that, yeah

Shoe tying, I can't trip, I need the ball back

Let's fall back

Got Number 9's, got red bottoms

I put 'em on that ho, she out here seeing red

No head bobbin, they want me dead

Like I really ain't been all that

They tuning in, they run me up, what would you call that

Got Tommy H on my waistband

Got Vetements on my face, hands, and my neck too

Got Ci-Cîroc from the west blue

And a prayer up, god bless you, achoo

Bad bitch wanna hit my phone but I ain't picking up

Ain't sticking up, don't stick around

Keep blicky tucked, like fifty rounds, okay

Slippin' jimmy, hit the road

FN with me, hit yo dome

Troops in Italy, that's Rome

Like Vox17, they know just what we be on

In the night feel like a crow, crow

Feel like Santa how I'm talking 'bout some ho ho ho

Woah woah woah, what a classic

First class, now I'm feelin classy

Thirst trap, now she wanna tap me

I heard that, she just called me daddy, it's all that

I feel like Opium, bitch I'm a rockstar

Bitches owe me some, let's not start

But I'll knock hard, no JTL but I'll Croc Charm

No walking dead, but I fought hard for a top chart

I been doing this since the 8th grade, that's way out of my pay grade

But I put it in that same day in like 8 ways

I swear to god that I ain't change

I spin the wheel like Beyblade and I shoot to kill, then fadeaway

I need weight gain, that big bag that they crave

So make way, I pave the way

If you want some gotta pay to play, bitch

Bad bitch wanna hit my phone but I ain't picking up

Ain't sticking up, don't stick around

Keep blicky tucked, like fifty rounds, okay

Slippin' jimmy, hit the road

FN with me, hit yo dome

Troops in Italy, that's Rome

Like Vox17, they know just what we be on

In the night feel like a crow, crow