ALLAT (feat. Honcho)

Aye! Presidential Rollie, I ain't bust down sh*t New Mercedes Benz and it came with the kit Riding through the city in some motherf*cking tint I'm a hot nigga, so you know I got a stick Cash, check, paper, all that Bust the p*ssy open Throw it back, I need all that Getting on my nerves stup*d b*tch, fall back Just got a black card, hmm, yeah I maxed that Money coming in fast speed like a fast track I'm a big dawg, I'm a shotta, can't match that N*ggas clout chasing on the gang, n*ggas laughed at If I ain't a dawg, big dawg, call that Money, cheese, guap, all that B*tch, do the dash, whole dash in the fast track Just got a black card, hmm Had to max that, young n*gga had to max that TNC the new big dawgs, what you call that? N*ggas got a problem on the gang, mmm, all that Aye, on the gang, yeah all that TNC still top ranking, what you call that? hmmm Lil n*gga, what you call that? I don't talk much, nah, I don't jaw-jack Acting like you him, get your skull crack Treat a n*gga likе Ricky, get your ball back Press lines, hе a certified presser Never been pressed, I'm a certified stepper She only drove the foreign whip 'cause I let her Swag through the roof in this sh*t, dipped in leather I'm a cold n*gga, yeah, I fuck a n*gga bitch Then I get her gone, she gotta pay me chip Put it in my pocket, yeah bitch, you can make me rich Really him him on the gang don't save me shit, huh! 'Cause I ain't tryna be saved Put it in my pocket, yeah I'm tryna get paid F*ck a n*gga b*tch, I'm just tryna get laid Once I'm dumbed up, cough in the shade, I be high up Aye, look Money, cheese, guap, all that B*tch, do the dash, whole dash in the fast track Just got a black card, hmm Had to max that, young n*gga had to max that TNC the new big dawgs, what you call that? N*ggas got a problem on the gang, mmm, all that Aye, on the gang, yeah all that TNC still top ranking, what you call that? hmmm I stick up in mug n*ggas, racing rug n*ggas 40 plug n*ggas, my index hug triggers Fuck being humble, I'm cocky as a peacock Booming like a beatbox, on blood slanging heat rocks You ain't never starve, had to stack like me Hundred bands on me, squeezing fresh out the beam Foreign in my new school, whipping in my old school Tryna bust a new move, hollering out "woah woah" No passes, zero tolerance, no capping I'm going all in, I'm crashing b*tches Stacking digits, out here getting it I'm drilling sh*t, really killing oppositions Body shots have a n*gga walking different Hold the grudge on the cane, how they living? It ain't nothing but a case for a mission My n*gga listen Aye, look Money, cheese, guap, all that B*tch, do the dash, whole dash in the fast track Just got a black card, hmm Had to max that, young n*gga had to max that TNC the new big dawgs, what you call that? N*ggas got a problem on the gang, mmm, all that Aye, on the gang, yeah all that TNC still top ranking, what you call that? n*gga! (Yeah b*tch, what you call that?) (TNC top ranking, what you call that?) (Money, cash, guap, all that) (Tell the b*tch to call back) (Ain't about the money, why the b*tch still talking?) (Ain't about the money, why the mmm- uh- talking?) (Why the b*tch still talking?) (Oh yeah)