All In

Lyrics

[Intro] Glizzy, what you cookin' up? Ayyye, drip, drip, splash Yeah, TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico, Mexico Six7 on the beat [Verse] I walk with a stick, better duck or your ass gon' get hit The Feds watching when I hop in the Benz Mexico flags, I made it a trend Dolce Gabbana all over my skin Free the active gang members out the Pen' And you should know, at the grocery store, Peso still got his FN I'm strapped up with a MAC 10 at the H-E-B Your bitch finna take me out to eat, so that means she finna pay for me I chop bricks like Jet Li Turn a white shirt to a red tee If I see the Laws, I'ma run from 'em 'cause I know them bitches can't catch me (Go!) I trap out the trenches, I tote me a Glizzy I'm not in Memphis, but, I ball like the Grizzlies Ya'll ain't making no money, ya'll trappin' for pennies And I can fit a hunnid racks in my skinnies I'm in your hood and I'm looking for grease Nigga reach for my chain, he gon' Rest In Peace And I keep a Tec right next to me, so your best bet is not to mess with me On big B's, talk peace Fuck you rap niggas 'cause ya'll all weak TSF Mexico, nigga, we all heat Niggas already know they better not cross me I got all kinds of weapons Punch your ass out like a fight on Tekken You say you a gangster, but, talk to detectives Niggas don't want no problems, we spinnin' your section I just spent ten thousand on some Chopsticks When it's war, my youngins go and pop shit How you a boss and you ain't got shit? This Givenchy got me flyer than a cockpit My [?] just beat a case, and it feels good, my nigga ain't go back to the Pen' Only thing fucked up, the first day he came home, my brother Julo went in Everybody know in Texas City that Peso been running shit From the [?] to the Chelseas, from the Bay Street up to Harbour Glen Nigga call my phone with that window shopping, we don't do that here, don't call again And I told the plug, "Go front out the rest 'cause I just went all in" [Outro] Drip, splash Yeah TSF Mexico, Mexico From the bottom Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Whole lotta trappin' and killin' mane Nah, for shit sho, mane Know I'm sayin'? My niggas is doing fifty for selling some dope or they doing a hundred years 'cause they upped the score But let's not forget about the aggravated robberies for robbing the liquor store DRIP!