All In By Lil Baby
Cook that s— up, Quay
My momma been told me don’t give no poor performance
And whatever you gon’ do, just do it
Never thought ’bout doin’ music
I was tryna build my phone up
Contact full of drug abusers
Ridin’ around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin’
Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin’ bricks
Wish I woulda knew that s—, I woulda been lit
Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston, in the mix
I’m talkin’ ’bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
And I don’t even know no players
I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up
And we ain’t squashin’ s— for free, you n—– gotta pay us
You n—– better pay up, yeah
Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, “Go for a lighter sentence”
I don’t want know no problems with y’all n—–, y’all got women tendencies
Ion’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business
Ridin’ ’round in that Lamb’ truck, I wreck this b—-, it ain’t rented
Givin’ out my respect, get respect in every city
N—– know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
F—– around and got plugged in, I’m bitin’ out that Richard Mille
Stay out my lil’ brother bidness
Just know that they gettin’ millions
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I don’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house rise every way, she callin’ more friends
My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain
Sippin’ wockiana, come here thotiana
Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that’s nothin’ mami
I’m not bein’ funny, ah, yeah, yeah
I shoulda knew you was gon’ rat the day you told me
A hunnid racks in all duffs, it ain’t no foldin’ me
I ain’t no puppet, that way nobody controllin’ me
I’m go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin’ me
Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one
I told lil shawty, “Just let bygones be bygones”
Tell the Feds, “Get off my d—, I don’t gotta buy guns”
Ain’t got the right one, yeah
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I’on’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house rise every way, she callin’ more friends
My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain
To let the doors in
I’m goin’ all in
She callin’ more friends
I cannot bargain
