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lil bibby feat barcode and rayski - all white lyrics

intro: (rayski): white, white, white, white
everything came back, white, white, white

hook: (rayski): all white wrist, all white b-tch
all white that, all white this
everything, white
white, white
all white licks, all white kicks
all white bricks, all white sh-t
all white, all white, all white, all white
verse 1: (lil bibby):
b-tch i think i’m tony dolo but my pipe is on me
see me stuntin in that foreign, i know that’s a striker, homie
actin’ like you savage, i know you ain’t like that homie
judge gave my youngin’ 20, better fight that homie
look what we did, where i came from
now we out busting them bricks at the table
n-gg- try to play with my money, i promise you i don’t get high like a savior
my youngins’ be selling that white, you want a brick you can get it tonight
my hitters be blowing on sights, think it’s a game, play wit your life
all that i hang with is savages, hop out the whip and they ’bout that sh-t
i own the trap, i pro-manage it. don’t come on us short i ain’t havin’ it
all white, all white, i been sellin’ that sh-t, all night

verse 2: (barcode):
see i ain’t no regular n-gg-, so i don’t regular sh-t
i’m f-ckin’ with sh-t and i’m f-ckin’ this sh-t and this b-tch be yellin’, y’all swear she be throwin’ a fit
and i done spent too much wildin’ in wraiths, to get called and arraigned
and what the f-ck is a miss?
oh i’m finna hit, he probably gon’ call up up his b-tch, like i eard your n-gg- got hit (yeah,yeah)
and she finna drop her draws, and i’m finna lock her jaws
told her my bro is involved, leave a b-tch n-gg- cold in the hall
silly n-gg-, you a b-tch on the hit list
i’d be damed if i’m trailin’ on his sh-t, plus i’m tryna’ catch a n-gg- off the hit list
matched up, better not get to witness
b-tches bark on a.k.a. mister sprite
all black, need a pint of that nice
white is a fight, i got my pipe, say h-llo to christ
i love this life that’s why i stay on my grind
she say she don’t suck d-ck, that b-tch trippin’
cause every night i get to infi-a i be drippin’
pop out, all black to do sh-t i can’t mention
hop out, all white to get your b-tch attention

verse 3: (rayski):
man i swear to god, fell in love with that white sh-t
four different white whips, braggin’ ’bout my white b-tch
gucci, louis, nice kicks
white that and white this
presidential rollie n-gg-, watch me roll my white wrist
in the kitchen cookin’ moppin’ just last mossi blocko
all white bird flyin’ in it’s from el chapo
almost 15 hundred i done made up off this rap sh-t
first inside a trap now we hot off in this rap sh-t
i’m feelin’ myself runnin’ bands up
i’m killing this sh-t like it’s cancer
that’s 1500 just holdin’ my pants up
don’t make me come out like manson, i throw a band and can hold you for ransome
factory b-tches be dancin’, factory i’m throwin’ bands in
all night, all night

- lil bibby feat barcode and rayski lyrics

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