all that ft. 3eight Lyrics

Look at the drip on my wrist know you want that

If you cannot think of the things that I did so I'd cop that

You just a small rat

This matrix a race can't you solve that

Fuck with this bitch she got all tats

Don't really say shi cause I know I'd fall flat

Done with these basics they think that they all bad

Blunts that I'm facing burn up in one drag yeah you all mad

Most of the world that I live in is all trash

See through, the walls glass

Evil gon crawl back

People is all wack

This 50 cal draw back

If you on sum salt pack

Then do sum you all cap

I'm taking the ball back

This mag is extended

If lames pullin up

I Got bullets for all that

Over and over like my name was Sisyphus

Nasty little hoe Youdda thought she had syphilis

Understand all got control of my synesis

I create all Ima call that my synthesis

Cut out your thesis I know what I know

Flow like a river she wet like one too

Lil Mississippi off them Shrooms she'll float

Sorry lil momma I don't mean to gloat

But my passion for this oversee all that blow

Not talkin bout bricks less I'm breakin you down

Is that that song I like fuck wit the sound

Surround

As soon as you walk in the do it's boomin

Ay pass me the light think I ran outta lumins

What you know bout me please stop the assumin

Hi Jerry I feel like I'm newman 1945 droppin shit like I'm truman

Look at the drip on my wrist know you want that

If you cannot think of the things that I did so I'd cop that

You just a small rat

This matrix a race can't you solve that

Fuck with this bitch she got all tats

Don't really say shi cause I know I'd fall flat

Done with these basics they think that they all bad

Blunts that I'm facing burn up in one drag yeah you all mad

Most of the world that I live in is all trash

See through, the walls glass

Evil gon crawl back

People is all wack

This 50 cal draw back

If you on sum salt pack

Then do sum you all cap

I'm taking the ball back

This mag is extended

If lames pullin up

I Got bullets for all that

Gotta turn up and stop carin bout shit

Knuckle bone slip off the blood of your lip

Keep it real quiet

It's been that a grip

But believe when I say that I really don't trip

There really ain't shit

When you leave it behind

You can't see

Then you blind

I don't know

Ima flip

Ain't sleep in a week

See the gloss in my eyes?

Look they red

Like im fried

Left on red

I deny

All my thoughts in the sky

Wtf I been on?

Head in the clouds while I eat through that thong

After that baby

I think that I'm gone

I'm done singing them songs

I been 8 so I really ain't hungry

What did you say?

Sound to me you a dumby

Get on yo own

You a sponge

Like you chummy