All These Bitches

Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef] I got hard dick for all these bitches I get all they numbers, I don't call these bitches No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari bitches Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Go-got V12 sittin' on rims and I parked the bull back in my Benz (Guwop) Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it 'cause it's my friend (Baow) Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin (Huh?) Diamond jeans cost an M&M, why? So bright cut off a limb (Burr) Look at me then look at him Hard top Bentley, Bentley rims (Hard) Fucked two sisters, wet the crib In a drop top dunk, I broke the rims (Damn) Back to back, bitch, call them twins Got the hard top X and a drop top M Call me Iceberg Slim, can't fuck with him 2K on weed, hell, that's a deal (Wet) 5K on lean, I'm leanin' now Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreaming now Your girlfriend's a semen demon, Big Guwop she screaming out (Guwop) Drop top 'Rari showing cleavage, I'm on Cleveland, call it Bleveland (Bleveland) Knocked your bitch, don't need no reason Take my bitch and call it even (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Chief Keef & Gucci Mane] I got hard dick for all these bitches (Bang, bang, bitch, bitch, bitch) I get all they numbers, I don't call these bitches (Nah, huh?) No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari bitches (Skrrt, skrrt) Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas (Catch up, huh?) You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga (Bang, bang, baow) You die, you hit Forgis, that's some shawty, nigga (Bitch, bitch, haha) We don't trust these bitches or these niggas (Nah, nah) Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers, nigga (Bang) [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman & Gucci Mane] Nigga tried to knock me off, but these niggas extra soft (Woo) How the hell you just start robbing? Come and try and test a boss (Yes sir) Played the hand that I was dealt, 40 make you patty melt I don't send no niggas, dawg (No), I do that shit by myself (Yes sir) Co-defendant that's a no (No), can't have that shit fly in court (Court) One thing about Young Juice, my niggas spot a pussy like a scope (Pussy) Since you pussy, I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat Killer-killer, murder-murder, flip that nigga like a burger I don't shoot for legs, so you know ain't no 'tempted murder (No sir) And Young Juiceman stay with fire (Fye), make me put you on a burner (Yes sir) Smoke you like a cancer stick, make your momma them a loner (Bitch) Talking all that tough talk (Huh?), but your ass know you baloney (It's Gucci) Wanna go to war? (War) Man, you got me talking like I'm Tony [Chorus: Chief Keef & Gucci Mane] I got hard dick for all these bitches (Bang, bang, bitch, bitch, bitch) I get all they numbers, I don't call these bitches (Nah, huh?) No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari bitches (Skrrt, skrrt) Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas (Catch up, huh?) You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga (Bang, bang, baow) You die, you hit Forgis, that's some shawty, nigga (Bitch, bitch, haha) We don't trust these bitches or these niggas (Nah, nah) Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers, nigga (Bang)