All Week

Lyrics
[Intro] (DMC, you global now, nigga) [Chorus] Yeah, I do this shit in my sleep Geeked on a Addy, been up all week (Yeah) Nigga just called me, he asked for a P (Yeah) Walk in the spot, we don't care what you see (Yeah) Fuck on a thot and she get on her knees (Yeah) I got the gas on me, said that I reek (Yeah) Out in the 6, you know where I be I got your bitch, make her turn to a freak, yeah Nigga, you already know what's up (What's up?), yeah We don't drop the price, it go up, yeah (Up) We don't drop the price, it go up, (Go up) yeah Fuck, I might double my cup, yeah (Cup) Walking in the club with it tucked, yeah (Let's go) Had to go run shit up, yeah (Up) Big dog, nigga, you a pup, yeah (Rack, rack, racks) [Verse 1] Oh, she feeling lucky This not lovey-dovey (Yeah) Told that bitch to suck me (Suck me) Fuck it, bring a buddy (Fuck it, bring your buddy) Hi-Tech red, not Tussy (Hi-Tech red) Pop a med, then fuck me (Pop a med, yeah) Yeah, this shit was ugly (Ugly) We didn't have nothing (We didn't have nothing) Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit Rolex diamond, got six on my wrist (Rolex) Nigga had a shot, but nigga, he missed (Yeah) Gave me a shot and I dumped that shit (Dump) Hundred round drum, gon' dump that bitch (Yeah) All a nigga knew he had something to get (Yeah) Serving dog food, I ain't talking 'bout pets (What?) Got the drugs all in my pants (Drugs, woo, woo), yeah Turned nothing into something (Something) I just blew up like a bomb, yeah (Yeah) But I never been a bum (Bum) I got them racks and went dumb, yeah (Yeah) In the sky like a drone (Drone) In the 'yo and I was all alone (Alone) Mama was threatening to kick me out the home (My mama) Jumped off the porch and told her I was gone (Rack, rack, racks) [Chorus] Yeah, I do this shit in my sleep Geeked on a Addy, been up all week (Yeah) Nigga just called me, he asked for a P (Yeah) Walk in the spot, we don't care what you see (Yeah) Fuck on a thot and she get on her knees (Yeah) I got the gas on me, said that I reek (Yeah) Out in the 6, you know where I be I got your bitch, make her turn to a freak, yeah Nigga, you already know what's up (What's up?), yeah We don't drop the price, it go up, yeah (Up) We don't drop the price, it go up, (Go up) yeah Fuck, I might double my cup, yeah (Cup) Walking in the club with it tucked, yeah (Let's go) Had to go run shit up, yeah (Up) Big dog, nigga, you a pup, yeah (Rack, rack, racks) [Verse 2] Future gave me a shot, I'ma go for it (King Pluto) Bad lil' chick, she a ho for it (Woah) Remember bustin' juggs off the Android, yeah (Yeah) The xan got a young nigga paranoid, yeah (Paranoid) Beat a nigga ass just like Floyd (Beat him) Buy a bitch a bag, I'm good for it (Yeah) Hold on, first, tell me what you gon' do for it? (Yeah) Hold on, tryna get the racks up, took for it (Rack, rack, racks) Bentley, Hi-Tech bezzy (Bentley, Hi-Tech) This not made by Fendi (This not Fendi, nope) Boy, I hope you ready (Boy, I'm ready) Jugging in a Chevy (Jugging in a Chevy, skrrt) I got sauce, spaghetti (I got sauce) Boy, this Rollie heavy (Boy, this Rollie heavy) Bust-down with baguetties (Bust-down with baguetties) Fuck her at the telly (Fuck her, yeah), yeah Gang on my back, boy, this shit is for us (Uh) Jumped off the porch and I did it for us (Uh) Young Freebandz Gang, boy, I did it for us (Uh) I told King Pluto, "In Freebandz I trust" (Uh) Tennis chain VV, you know that don't rust (Uh) Double my CC, my drip make her cuss (Uhh, woo) They didn't believe me, now I'm on the big screen (No cap) They wish they was us [Chorus] Yeah, I do this shit in my sleep Geeked on a Addy, been up all week (Tarantino, ho) Nigga just called me, he asked for a P (Yeah) Walk in the spot, we don't care what you see (Yeah) Fuck on a thot and she get on her knees (Yeah) I got the gas on me, said that I reek (Yeah) Out in the 6, you know where I be I got your bitch, make her turn to a freak, yeah Nigga, you already know what's up (What's up?), yeah We don't drop the price, it go up, yeah (Up) We don't drop the price, it go up, (Go up) yeah Fuck, I might double my cup, yeah (Cup) Walking in the club with it tucked, yeah (Let's go) Had to go run shit up, yeah (Up) Big dog, nigga, you a pup, yeah (Rack, rack, racks)
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Credits
- Writers
- Guap Tarantino