All White

Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off I'm in the street, all-white Air Force Sellin' that white, don't bring no ones Big blue face, ain't nothin' but hun-duns Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun And I got fish on the scale, for real Smell like a nail shop when you come in here Nothin' but the brick talk when you get here And you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG And I got Zs, nigga, break 'em in Os Only sell Ps when you buy a load Three fifty for the zippity smoke Four hundred for the folks, I don't know Three-five is a fifty or more Break down trap, beat at the door I don't touch nothin' but this dough Get money, only thing I know What you gon' do when you gotta shoot at they ride? What you gon' do when your people gon' die? What you gon' do when it's time to slide? What you gon' do when you got a four-five? What you gon' do when the 357? Hit him in the face and send him straight to Hell What you gon' do? What you gon' do when these folk come through? What you gon' do when 12 hit the door? Nigga gon' run, then you gon' shoot back It don't matter, better keep you a gat Nigga can't get caught, nigga, no lack Hell, yeah, nigga, we packin', no lackin' Hell, nah, nigga, we blood roll lackin' Hell, yeah, play with a nigga, toe tag somethin' Everybody know, everybody red flag somethin' Yes, sir, nigga, I'm in the 6, EA, East Atlanta, lil' bitch Paradise East, bitch, I'm lovin' the brick Come in the 'partments servin' this shit You want a bag, and I'll get it straight to you You want a brick, and I'm whippin' it up You country, boy, and I'm fuckin' you up You talkin' money, I'm turnin' it up Yes, sir, bless her, ooh, I checked her She wanna fuck, oh, yeah, I'm next up Turnt up, bitch, hell, nah, no next up Everybody know, but they stuck on mustard, y'all niggas ketchup Hell, yeah, head up, tell my opps to head up, yeah I'm for real I'm in the street, all-white Air Force Sellin' that white, don't bring no ones Big blue face, ain't nothin' but hun-duns Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun And I got fish on the scale, for real Smell like a nail shop when you come in here Nothin' but the brick talk when you get here And you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG And I got Zs, nigga, break 'em in Os Only sell Ps when you buy a load Three fifty for the zippity smoke Four hundred for the folks, I don't know Three-five is a fifty or more Break down trap, beat at the door I don't touch nothin' but this dough Get money, only thing I know Front door, back door, them foe I'm in here walkin' with my nigga Dope Came from Atlanta, got it for that low You make extra when you get on the road You gon' stretch him, got your arm in the bowl Whip that shit up, and I'm glarin' her soul Sellin' that dog, gotta eat all the food Keep this shit street if you wanna be goon Packin' pistols, don't you have this shit tucked? Have this shit ready, it's time to bust I gotta hit for the money, know it's up Just squeeze that bitch, and don't you freeze up And now I see these niggas need us I remember people wouldn't treat us Like people really, really need 'em We up like a motherfucker Show the motherfucker we do not fuckin' need 'em Now we treat 'em like the opps when we see them Skin a nigga like a pig, we bleed 'em Build me a army, nigga, do I breed 'em? Let me be a dawg 'cause I move like a leader Been in these streets, too many stripes like a zebra Smoke on a nigga, laugh like hyena Dinner plate, put him on the street, we eat him Been a play, and I got a Ben for the play Petty move, nigga, that's not my way Take a nigga off, still back in the day Some of y'all niggas were bitches from back in the day Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force Sellin' that white, don't bring no ones Big blue face, ain't nothin' but hun-duns Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun And I got fish on the scale, for real Smell like a nail shop when you come in here Nothin' but the brick talk when you get here And you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG And I got Zs, nigga, break 'em in Os Only sell Ps when you buy a load Three fifty for the zippity smoke Four hundred for the folks, I don't know Three-five is a fifty or more Break down trap, beat at the door I don't touch nothin' but this dough Get money, only thing I know