ALLSTAR WEEKEND ft. WhoIsSimba, Vanitas, Turbo Shyne & Stuullo Lyrics

And I'm with the whole fuckin' gang, nigga

The whole mob

Got my grillz in this motherfuker still

Five niggas ran up shh

Left out with two birdies

I don't wanna talk to niggas, step a lil harder

Cut off the lights, im grabbin' the 30

I'm with my twin, I'm with my slime

He runnin' up, they gettin' buried

Bitches on me, Gucci my waist

Thought it was sweet, leavin' em dirty

Pussy, run up on me, we gon' crack that bitch

I can't fuck that hoe, that's on my life

If she on ratchet shit

Nigga talkin', he gon' hit his fye

I'm not no rapper, bitch

All my niggas get bread, yeah

I'm really on some trappin' shit

Nigga, you say you really gon' trap what

Yeah, my niggas, we stay with some shooters like Vince

I stay with them Raptors

My nigga, I'm ready to stay with them coolers

I make them in backwoods

All these niggas really seein' is zero and ones

It's like they a hacker

Ten bands from a check, I fucked up chase

We put 20 in his name fucked up his bank

Tryna cross me, boy, you funny

Know my shooter came with dracs

Euro stepping like Ginóbili

Or like Harden in the paint

I don't pop, I need a case

Outta Wok, I need my drank

Double cuppin', missin' members

Miss my brothers, that was slain

Niggas know I'm from the D

But I flew out to the A

Say you sippin', but you only pouring one

Get out my face

Lil' Shine

These bitches askin' about my day

She ain't my bae, hold up

I'm with them RR steppers, Lil brax bought a K

Hold up

Just bought some Subi jeans

Tryna fill them up with cake

Hold up

My brothers just walked in

With a pint of lean, told em pour up

Yeah, I dont with you hoes, she tore up

Yeah, my brother gon' spin till he throw up

Yeah, these lil' bitches gon' bend till I pull out

Yeah, I bust her down in the trap house

Yeah, she lookin' good in red

Yeah, she lookin' sexy with two y's

Pull up in space, she get ooh-ah

Trap

Trap

Stay on, stay on ten

Got a bad lil' hoe in the Jeep

Tryna fuck her on me

Tryna fuck my friends

Slide on that boy in a Benz

We just might hit that lil boy we might shoot at his kin

Slatt

I don't even know that bitch

But she keep asking for my pants

Pull up on that boy

In a black op Jeep, we hit his fuckin' team

I'm sorry, girl, yeah, I keep sippin

All this fuckin' lean

Open up my phone to see the money

I might sell my fiends

That's your lil' bitch, I hit her once

And then I left on seen

Cause I don't need no bitch

I need my racks, I need my swag

She wanna fuck, I told her

Come on, bitch, go fuck up in my jag

G6 in my pocket with the beam

B.B. Belt still gon' sag

I just smoke my gas

With your bitch up in the crib, won't last

Super high, I face the past

She won't fuck, I face her ass

Damn, that hoe, she bad

But I can't buy her ass no Louis bag

I got a side hoe, maybe a mistress

Maybe a main bitch, maybe a wife

Gunnin' him down and digging him up

Shoot him again, we gon' kill that boy twice

How many bodies you got

What niggas you shot

My nigga, I cannot remember

How many bitches you hit

And hoes you done ran

It's gettin' too hot like September

I'm cold like December

We no pretenders

My niggas steppin', I hope you remember

Who the fuck is them niggas

Baby the gang

I swear we can't miss

It feel like God sent us