All Black Lyrics

Tryna flex (yeah) told her gimmie neck (Yeah)

I'm a dog, but bitch, I ain't no pet (yeah)

I've been in my bag and now my pockets lookin' fat (yeah)

I've been in that Beamer and that bitch is all black

Pants a lil' tight, I got my money stickin' out

I can't text you back, she wanna talk it all out

I go stupid, I'ma wreck it, Wreck-It-Ralph

Your money short my money roundabout

My momma tell me I was really been a prodigy

Why she all up on my phone, why she keep callin' me? I need my wrist so cold, neck, up on so froze

I can catch a bow, Zaza now imma smoke

I had a hundred dollar bill in my pocket, I ain't know

Shawty, you can catch some thrills, but after that, you gotta go

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na And that bitch is all black

Had my Beamer and that bitch is all black I don't gotta throw no fit, cause' them bitches all black

Inna Beamer and that bitch is all black I don't gotta throw no fit, cause' them bitches all black

Had my momma tell me I was really been a prodigy

Why she all up on my phone, why she keep callin' me

I need my wrist so cold, neck up on so froze I can catch a bow, Zaza now I'm smoke

Tryna flex (yeah) told her gimmie neck (Yeah)

I'm a dog, but bitch, I ain't no pet (yeah)

I've been in my bag and now my pockets lookin' fat (yeah)

I've been in that Beamer and that bitch is all black