Christo Amp & BrentZakie - All In

Yea, yea, yea
(Drip, drip drip, drip, huh huh)
Yea, yea, Champ, what?
(Huh, huh, huh, yea, yea, huh,huh)
All in, yea
(Bitch, yea, huh, yea, yea)
(Huh, huh, bitch, yea)
Yea
What? Yea, all in (Yea) (All in), uh
Yea, all in (All in), yea, what?
All in (All in), uh (Yea, yea, yea)
Tryna get this money till be ballin' (Ballin'), uh
What? (Yea) Yea, all in (Yea), uh (Huh, huh), yea
Uh, shit, all in (Bitch), yea, what? (Yea yea, yea, yea)
Shit, all in (Bitch), uh
Tryna get this money till be ballin' (Huh, bitch)
Lit, choppin bricks just like Itcahi (Like Itcahi)
I'm off the lean while she off the molly (Qlcoholic)
Iced out on my neck like it's hockey (Ouu, yea)
All these niggas really hatin' but, they copy (Yea, yea)
Your girl my slime but, that head was really sloppy (Really sloppy)
I'm runnin' on the track like I'm Ricky Bobby (Ricky Bobby) (huh)
I'm flexin' on these niggas, feelin' extra stocky (Extra stocky) (Yeah, yeah)
I'm pullin' numbers now, I'm feelin' like I'm Scottie (Ohh, yea)
Pulled off in a Wraith (Yea), my bitch got cake (Bitch)
Gucci collar with snakes (Snakes), count Ben', get 'frank's (Cash)
She gave me brain, give thanks (Cash)
A nigga stuck like Plank (Bitch)
All my niggas in the bank (Hoe)
Gun smoke like tank (Yea) (Cash)
Off the percs, I'm geeked (Bitch) (Geeked)
Off the molly, she a freak (Geeked)
Off the percs, I'm geeked (Bitch) (Geeked)
Off the molly, she a freak (Geeked)
Off the percs, I'm geeked (Bitch) (Geeked)
Off the molly, she a freak (Geeked)
Off the percs, I'm geeked (Bitch)
Off the molly, she a freak (Drip)(Cash, haha)
What? Yea, all in (Yea) (All in), uh
Yea, all in (All in), yea, what?
All in (All in), uh (Yea, yea, yea)
Tryna get this money till be ballin' (Ballin'), uh
What? (Yea) Yea, all in (Yea), uh (Huh, huh), yea
Uh, shit, all in (Bitch), yea, what? (Yea yea, yea, yea)
Shit, all in (Bitch), uh
Tryna get this money till be ballin' (Huh, bitch)
Bitch I'm on a roll (Yea)
Just toilet paper' cause I'm shittin' on these hoes (Champ)
Yea, smokin' big dope (Yea)
Just rap out 'woods, hit the store and get some more (And get some more)
On this bitch with Lowkey, yea, I had to keep it low key (low key)
Only lean and champagne, I don't drink no O-E (O-E)
Hoes tryna know me (Know me?), block 'em like a goalie (Block)
Livin' life so sweet (Yea), just like Zack and Cody (Sweet)
Don't worry 'bout me, nigga, might your business (Yup)
I'm just gettin' zooted with a floozy or my niggas (True)
Strippers fuckin' with me, they say I'm that nigga (Champ)
Chillin' with some dealers (Yea) gettin' to the scrilla (Money)
Gotta keep a wet bitch, 'cause I spit that hot shit (Hot)
Most these niggas talk shit, they ain't never 'bout shit ('Bout)
Shine just like necklace (Shine), on point lie a target (Pew)
Shout out to New York all the way down to New Orleans
What? Yea, all in (Yea) (All in), uh
Yea, all in (All in), yea, what?
All in (All in), uh (Yea, yea, yea)
Tryna get this money till be ballin' (Ballin'), uh
What? (Yea) Yea, all in (Yea), uh (Huh, huh), yea
Uh, shit, all in (Bitch), yea, what? (Yea yea, yea, yea)
Shit, all in (Bitch), uh
Tryna get this money till be ballin' (Huh, bitch)
(Iced out on my neck like it's hockey)
(I'm runnin' on the track like I'm Ricky Bobby)
(Iced out on my neck like it's hockey)
(I'm runnin' on the track like I'm Ricky Bobby)

Written by:
Brent Pradia, Christopher Amponsah

Publisher:
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