All in ft. DEV Lyrics

(G I think we got one)

Oh yeah we got one on this muthafucka I ain't even gon lie

Yeah,yeah

Yeah

Dead presidents in my pockets make me walk with a limp

Everlasting flow they can't stop it when I go I'm all in

Feel like curry ballin

Like lil Troy shot callin

Nigga said he want some smoke with me I'm all in

And if they run up fan em down swear I ain't muthafuckin cappin

Nickname the choppa round of applause

Way it get to muthafuckin clappin

And niggas be snakes then put they hand out

Lil bitch I ain't muthafuckin dappin

Bossed up went and hopped in my bag and (Haha)

And they hate but I'm letting it happen I really ain't trippen

The niggas that's talkin ain't gettin attention

They mad they bitch in my DM and my mentions

Came up from bullshit then turned it to a blessing

No lionel but Play me and shit could get messy

Ain't no killer but I don't think you wanna test me

The .45 got it kickin like Jet Li

Then Pour 5 in the sprite can't see correctly

And yeah I'm headed to the top you wanna bet me

Bitch I'm movin flow cruising they know they can't stop it

They was snoozing tried to spin the block just cuz I'm poppin

Least now they know that if I'm on it then the shit ain't floppin

Ain't bottom 9 but take a guess where I'm at in the Top 10

First off I ain't paying for pussy I get it legitly

You ain't rockin with me then keep the same energy

Went from a Honda now we in Infinites

Whipped out Infinities straight to a Bentley key

I can not fuck with these niggas I know

Now they real mad, Pinocchio

All that cap with your big ass nose

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke

And not even a hoe not nobody no more

Take off on 'em UFO

Sweet told nigga adios

Got the cheese and the bread like Dominoes

Back to the Telly a lotta hoes

Waiting on me got the bacon on me they debatin on me I'm just sayin homie

If the bag it right there then Ima go get it

Need all the profit and I will not split it

SMTX I put on for the city you talk what you talk but this shit'll get tricky

Count it all out just to say I'm the one

Hot like the team or the summer the sun

Niggas be goofy I ride with a gun

I'm talkin bout money not talkin for fun

Dead presidents in my pockets make me walk with a limp

Everlasting flow they can't stop it when I go I'm all in

Feel like curry ballin

Like lil Troy shot callin

Nigga said he want some smoke with me I'm all in

And if they run up fan em down swear I ain't muthafuckin cappin

Nickname the choppa round of applause

Way it get to muthafuckin clappin

And niggas be snakes then put they hand out

Lil bitch I ain't muthafuckin dappin

Bossed up went and hopped in my bag and (Haha)

And they hate but I'm letting it happen

I really ain't trippen