All Gaz Lyrics

I'm a street nigga, ho, I don't ever think I had a queen

Every bitch I had, I done talked to bitches about the cheese

Put the bitch on the track, is she worth it

Wild cold flip, and the trap is gurpin' I keep it lit, blowin' packs to the Durbin

Drinkin' the sly, young niggas stay swervin' Bitch, I'm pervin', young nigga, perkin

Scrapin' through the trap, and you know I'm puttin' some work in

Dope dick, and a couple o's of coke, bitch What you need, you know I got it, that's for

show, bitch If you pay, like you weigh, you can rap with

the folks, bitch From sack to the bank, bitch, I'm goin

Bitches guns up, never put my thumb up Ain't my thumb down, it's thicker than a

bitch butt I'm goin' brazy, nigga, fuckin' up the bitch

guts I'm goin' mani, make her suck it till she

hiccup I'm off the liquor, I'm the nigga

I'm from sack, bitch, we do it much bigger Bout dead presidents, like I'm Jigga

Yeah, bitch, it's Fab-U-Z With the H-B, it's tattoo freaks

Yeah, I'm goin' in, get off Iac, we call Jen Bout to beat it up, and I tattoo cheeks

Never eat it up, cause I'm way too pink, nigga

You motherfuckin' heard that, bitch? It's the motherfuckin' street out, my nigga

Yeah, I'm talkin' bout nigga, all gas, no brakes, nigga

Bump this motherfuckin' tape, nigga You know what I'm sayin', nigga

I'm bringin' this dope shit back, nigga, like it's the 80s, nigga

Yeah, I'm talkin' bout nigga, whippin' up nothin' but that real nigga

Recipe, nigga, M.O. Big, nigga

It's Ma-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Heavy Drug House Records, oh, bitch

Yeah, I'm talkin' bout nigga, all gas, no brakes, nigga