For Y’all

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, man It's Stupid Doo', man From the street to the city, man We really here, man Fire, man, this shit a motherfuckin' case Trap house do what I wanna do, bro And that's how it could go Fuck you talkin' about, yeah? Hahaha My nigga ain't done shit, man Get all guys 'round here, man And empty both of 'em [Chorus] (Yeah, hol' up) I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call) Put my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit) Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball) Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime) Bitch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl) When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah) Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce) Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Hey) [Verse 1] I was havin' money problems, now that shit resolved (Straight now) I've been rockin' sold out shows lately, walk the walk (You think my shows louder now?) You wasn't fuckin' with me in first, that was a red call (That's what I remember) Sixteen zips in her pint, drinkin' pallasol (Haha, leanin', leanin') I'm on the move, you hall (Hey) Got niggas ridin' for the calls (Calls) Ain't fallin' out about no broads (Never) I really do this shit for y'all (Who?) The dope boys gettin' bands (Yeah) The niggas all in the can (Who else?) The ladies in the kid fans (For real, I love 'em) Ayy, ayy, it say, "Versace" on my drawers, dawg (Stylin', dawg, ooh) That bitch you love in my call log (Look, look, look) Yeah, up that Glock and make you pause, dawg (Hol' up, hol' up, I ain't do nothin', hahaha) I'm the shit, I need a stall, dawg (Hey) [Chorus] (Yeah, hol' up) I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call) Put my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit) Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball) Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime) Bitch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl) When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah) Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce) Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Hey) [Verse 2] Man, I really got them Hitlers locked behind a wall (I do) They hit me up, I run that shit (I love 'em), it wasn't nothin' at all (Get it) I'm a boss, before I walked, you know I had to crawl (Didn't stop me) I'm in her mouth, I'm in her throat, she suck me like some Halls (Uh, uh, uh, nasty heels) She slob all over my balls (Wow) My drawers soakin' wet, dawg (Dawg) I'm on a fifteen minute fed call (Hello, hello, hello-lo, hello?) (What it do, yo? I'm tryna make stove), yeah It's a greenlight, nigga, go (Go get it) I got my money right and that's for sure (Hey) Four-seater, that's the feds (Yeah) West hot, that's attention (What up?) Pint of four in the mainframe (What?) And them young niggas, they be bangin' (Wylin') Don't give a fuck 'bout what you claimin' (Up) OGs, can't tame 'em (No) They'll murk a nigga for a name (Dead one) And they did it all for the fame Ayy, free my lil' niggas [Chorus] (Yeah, hol' up) I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call) Put my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit) Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball) Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime) Bitch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl) When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah) Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce) Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Y'all) [Outro] Yeah, man Had to tell a motherfucker you goin' hard Mic like Eazy, that's why you keep goin' Don't stop, I told you to get that nigga Stop reppin', it's over with him, man