Lyrics All that Peezy

All that

You know we the shit, boy (What I tell you, bitch boy)
You know we the— (Say, we the OGs, nigga, we runnin' through this shit)
I said, you know we the sh— (You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga)
Ah, ah, ah, ah (Yeah)

Gangster, hustler (Huh), grinder, all that (Yeah)
Pimp, player (Boy), shiner, all that (Niggas know that)
Rollies, APs (Yeah), Pateks, all that (Let's go)
You ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-huh), nigga, fall back (Fall back)

Brazi gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty (Yeah)
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city (Let's go)
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me (Huh)
They had some other niggas happy 'cause they ran it up with me (Yeah, y?ah, go)

My first week with it, made about a buck fifty (No cap)
You can ask my lil' brother, shh, he was a witn?ss (No lames, nigga)
Operation boomin', we be dumpin' shit the quickest (That's facts)
I'ma get the bag and he gon' stand on all the business (Bah)
And we ballin', buy the BMWs (Yeah), give 'em to the women (Yeah, yeah)
Date-justers is for my soldiers (Soldiers), save the millions for my children (Let's go)
Ain't been buyin' clothes (Uh-uh), nigga, lately we been buyin' buildings (Boy)
Fuckin' with that Ghetto Gumbo (Yeah), we gon' see a hundred million (Nigga)

Gangster, hustler, grinder, all that (All that)
Pimp, player (Yeah), shiner, all that (Boy, all that)
Rollies, APs (Yeah), Pateks, all that (All that, nigga)
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back (Fall back)

Brazi gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty (No cap)
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city (No cap)
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me (Hahaha)
They had some other niggas happy 'cause they ran it up with me (Yeah)

Za's, highs, lows, I got all that
For the bust one Gumbo, just bring me forty-five flat
Brrt, trap nigga rappin', still workin' five jacks
IPhone 6 is full of million-dollar contacts
Yeah, I felt Martin Luther King, but I'm done dreamin'
Hit my knees, God, forgive me, I might come demon
Hit your knees, oh my God, this bitch a cum eater
Why the fuck I just poured a five in a one liter?
She say, "Why the fuck you gotta drive like you Vin Diesel?"
Chrome Heart crosses, I been dodgin' the grim reaper
First time I count the paper, I hide it and then I'm leavin'
My lil' bitch in the sky, suitcase full of Sativas

Gangster, hustler, grinder, all that (All that)
Pimp, player (Yeah), shiner, all that (Boy, all that)
Rollies, APs (Yeah), Pateks, all that (All that, nigga)
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back (Fall back)

Brazi gave your boy thirty, I came back and bought sixty (No cap)
Touchdown with them P's, shut down the whole city (No cap)
Had everybody mad they had to come and fuck with me (Hahaha)
They had some other niggas happy 'cause they ran it up with me (Yeah)

Gangster, hustler, grinder, all that (All that)
Pimp, player, shiner, all that (All that)
Rollies, APs, Pateks, all that (All that)
You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, fall back
(David Wesson)
Let the beat ride out, Dave