Allstar

Lyrics

[Intro] Oi Man Not us man It's uss.. neva dem! Oi mandem It's uss.. neva dem! Traphouse Mob Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy [Verse 1: Bully B] Trilla put two green bells in the dotty Watch them come out the nose like boogers Whack my man if he's Farm Slap my man if he's 9 or Wooders Should've seen the way that I chopped up F You would've thought that I worked in a butchers I only give love to the spinner Bully B don't give no love to the hookers Your nigga held smoke, no hooker Bun out your chest like he just backed whiskey In my blunt L2, not Tooka Don't get caught tryna buck your linkey The lifе I live is all risky Stainless steel in and out that Pickney Battеred up bisheads, about "Please tick me" Feds chase shank, get dashed like frisbee [Verse 2: Uncs] Them man are far from Osama Bin Laden (Hah), how is their block called Afghan? If I get round with bro (Whoosh), we're tryna turn up the war like Baghdad How they make up drills? I can't believe the shit they talk (Ayy, ayy) We need a referee, someone get Mike Dean to come check the score (Ayy, ayy, ayy) .44 corn is chunky (Whoosh), don't get caught in a pickle (Bow) Bro hit my man with a missile, pissed, I hope that he gets his acquittal Fuck the opps, man taunt them, Lampz got put in the air like Jordan Ay, yo, cuz, yo, cuz Times 2 ain't no smoker (Whoosh), but he got smoked like menthol Fill up the mash with dentals (Bow) Shush got dropped, and now he's got wings like Red Bull My bros got white like Charlie Sloth (Charlie) and he's got dark like Kenny Allstar The fans all on me like Uncs when the gang bringing out that Allstar [Verse 3: ND] Don't try dash, 'cah the corn will catch up (Don't run) Run up in yards, put your hands in the air Don't panic like French Montana Lets test this .12 in the park, no Manor (Bow) The dotty get beat like Anna Slide through the A with this big boy tool (Skrr, skrr) This big boy tool ain't no fucking spanner (No) How the 2's still drop them L's? (How?) I see opp boys wearing T-Shirts, on it says "Lampz and K1's world" (LOL) Bro just slapped in reverse Sinners don't send no corn for no girls (Skrr) We got bine for a nigga that's bolo (Bow) Sinners don't care if you banged dumbbells (No) On the opp block tryna raise some hell Free all my niggas that didn't get bail (Free 'em) [Verse 4: KayyKayy] Who said that we ain't on piss? (Who?) Yo, Sav, Cas, 6ix, let's go lurk on a pagans strip and splash that up, like I play with my kids (Real quick) This ting come sweet like Karreuche, beat up the coochie just like Chris Thick thighs, booty, boujee, still gonna blush off the gorgeous miss (Sweet one) Doors get popped like bottles Tokyo drift with Stigz got me taking the piss while bro's on a throttle The gangdems taping strips, ain't waiting for chips if you see me at McDonalds (Facts) The 2's just passed extinct, still slide with the ching tryna catch me a fossil (Facts) [Verse 5: Stewie] Little man don't know about drip, just got himself chinged, now his drips on spill (Haha) I was twinning two shanks and both of them looking like me and Trills (They was) How dare you talk dirt on gang when you know we got beef in the streets for real? (How?) Bro came to the block with a smile, suttin' got touched with the stainless steel (Dickhead) Shit then, fuck, what a dirty drilling, I left that glide with Trills (Yuck) Bro's too loose while swinging his shank, he ain't looking around, I had to tell him "Chill" (Ay, chill) That's really tryna get man down, if bro says "Drill" that's game for field (It is) Ain't drinking whisky, we left him tipsy I'm smoking opps, I ain't popping pills (I ain't) [Verse 6: LR] Headpiece snapped when I step out them cells Tell the cats "Don't call my line" 'cah I just got bail and I ain't going jail We got Haringey map Don't believe the opps, they lie as well I tell the opps "Go rot in hell" 'Cause this beefs intense and I ain't calling help You can swim like Michael Phelps Deep in, tryna send man up to hell (Deep in) Tell me how Trapo felt When his bredrin left him to call up a girl (Don't do it) We don't story tell Had an old school friend that made stories fell Send corn, no VML (Bow) Get shelled if you're screaming out "K1's World" (Bow) [Verse 7: 6ix] I see alot throwing down L's, keep throwing down L's, you can hold these shells (Bow) Still pissed Shyce didn't get bail Now broski's locked in the cell (Free 'im up) But it ain't nuttin' like Hell in the Cell The corn come big and fat, and if it's your head, that's an instant swell, I wish them well (Farewell) Six in the spin, it's mad, rudeboy don't get your forehead wacked (Bye) Let me just state some facts, your friend got dropped and you ain't rid back (You know) Tell the opps "Don't lack", my sinners dem attack Oh shit, what's that? That's another opp pack [Verse 8: Rellz] Why the opps still rap for clout (How?) and they ain't done shit in the field? (What?) Man circled the 9 and its vacant, so I circled where K1 got killed (Eurgh) I spent numerous nights in the can, so free all the guys, yeah, I know how it feels Bodies get hit, yeah this beef is real (Bow) They do it for the Snap, we live in the field (Bow, bow, bow, bow) Cats phone me for the Jack and Jill, that's TT flake, I ain't signed no deal Only if you knew like Dutchavelli how many times that the gang has drilled (If you knew) And corn get flinged out this hatchback, hit your snapback, now you know who's real (Bow) About "Chiraq City", them man wouldn't survive in a Chiraq field (Hahahaha)