All That I Got

It's all that I know Shit, what I do? The bitches shuffle to the front when I come Clap your hand & stomp your foot to the rhyme cougar Roll the die hit the blunt Listen to the rhythm of the rapper, ass whooper I click-clack like a gat, spitter Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her Don't fuck with my greens or You don't want the Hulk to get mad nigga?! Nigga, nigga, with a motherfucking man right here Nigga nigga put his foot in your shit, or Make a nigga slap in your ass, kisser Let that nigga do the little song Write it to the music, feel it work it Soon as Trae e-mail me the beat I'mma take it to the booth and I'mma kill it, murk it Curse it, bless it, church it, cash it, change it, purse it Tell them niggas that I'm back on the block And I got them killer verses Tell 'em to sell 'em the one for ten I'd let them go, two for five Either way, I'mma get that ten Or you want none of these rhymes Long as I murder these shows and hurdle these hoes Shorty don't go and I don't have to be working that lows I rock jewelry that glows with a rap name, twenty years old Shit, what else can I say? Fuck, that's all that I know! (Hook) I am the street king, took a minute to lock shit My image is a gun play, you ain't gon' block shit Overdose in my hand, tell 'em I can't feel 'em Diamonds all over my fingers, that be on Ciroc shit I been livin' all player, ever since shit off Haters on my dick, like women, they'd better get off You can find me in the gutter, scared of heights Sitting on a couple of mil, money tall I'm trying to get off Clique like brothers, tell 'em to give 'em the blues Recievin' the call of competition I won't lose I'm a fool, when I lace these shoes with these tools Leavin' niggers abused, of something off in the crew Speakin' of crews, tell me what's on that new Used to kick it one thing, now hoes come in the two's When I'm finna black murder, should have been on the news Shoot 'em in they face, and leave 'em with no clues Go up to the boulevard walkin' in all glass Tell the bank-teller person I'll count it in all cash Everybody be talkin' but I'mma pull up and show 'em somethin' And go to wreckin' shit like I been in a bad crash In the hood, I'm access for real Ask Eazy, he'll tell you that I was Trill Million dollar mouthpiece, one hell of a grill I thug Universal, don't sweat it I got a deal Anybody wanna' run up I'll tell 'em I'm in this bitch If a hater got a problem I'm probably up in his bitch You all want truth, you gon' find him up in a ditch I'll bang his ass up like tracks when I'm makin' hits You can tell 'em I'm sick, rare form of cancer I am the truth, I guarantee you the answer Anybody who lookin' tell 'em to look no more If I don't get the proper respect, I'm kickin' they door (Hook) I be in the corner with the bitches Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes All the haters be super suspicious As to why they sniffin' I make super digits Makin' beautiful music and then a bita' Aphrodisiac to get bitches to swoon But I catch 'em quick with these incredible tunes Me stickin' poon will be inevitable soon Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'll be laughin' at these busters Think they smashin' and we suckers But we blastin' at these fuckers Trippin' over colours you niggas you gotta love us No matter the set I'mma get up and rip 'em into pieces He's beneath me and needs to be treated Like a fleet with a beast and believe he's heated Because of my talent they mad And I'm never gonna challenge their ass Cause my balance for nada pay cash You suckers down there but my wallet's ain't bad Motherfucker like Sam-U-el L You perpetrators I'mma damn you to hell Your bitches love to hear this animal yell Try to beat me, understand you will fail In control of all of my dough Now it's off to the mall I go You the money really tall I show If you really wanna brawl I know That you niggas gonna fall to my toes I be killin' all of y'all when I blow Cause a nigga comin' raw when I flow is all that I know