ssj daki - all in! lyrics
[intro]
brr, yeah, okay
[verse 1]
headshot tops for the season
lil’ b+tch i’m one of the best
send me a text, i’on listen to reason
i’m puttin’ pressure on necks
ice on my wrist if they really feel heated
i’m only here for the bread
i’on do none of the beef like a vegan
so they got one up on the kid, too bad that they couldn’t repeat it
spin back round, had to put straight weight on they head, got ’em lookin’ defeated
crosses, crossеs all on my neck, too up, got me closer to jеsus
i’m with the mob, the clique, the gang, no wonder that they couldn’t beat us
[verse 2]
hot rounds bring straight heat to ya block
chop sounds if he think we finna box
stop count, we gon’ win like it or not
get him knocked out, sleep in a box
the city on lockdown, yeah
walk in the hoe and i’m makin it jump like a parlay off of the talk now, yeah
green on a n+gga like army
cashout, cashout, may go drop 30 my wrist
me goin’ broke, i don’t worry for it
i’m off a shot trynna dirty this b+tch
k!llin’ the p+ssy, may bury my d+ck in the hoe then i’m tellin’ her rip
lay that boy down in a bag, the chop break him up like a chip
wait i’m so cold, so sick
he ain’t a shooter, that boy throwin’ bricks
[bridge]
no boy, you not like that
make him two+step like a hi+hat
run up on like while i’m clutchin’ the pole like a sprinter, that n+gga he might dash
whipin’ around and i’m givin’ a f+ck bout a limit, sh+t, n+gga, i might crash
shots to yo face, need an eyepatch, spear through yo top like its straight outta gainax
[verse 3]
she call me a dog, but i’m off of the leash, hoe
my shooter white, he look sum like seeto
makin him drop, sum like gingkos
up in the booth i might turn to a beast bro
i’m alien beast boy
these n+ggas cheap noise
walk in yo crib
imma take then i destroy
i got this hoe wet as f+ck like a beach toy
they trynna copy the swag like a decoy
chop finna send him to heaven
put him in a stretcher, better get him a medic
only hate cause what they rap is pathetic
and i got n+ggas on my d+ck trynna get me to message
but they berated on the kid and i couldn’t forget it
i’m uppin’ percentage
don’t put me in the stu’ with the mic, cause i’m leaving a wreckage
i’m runnin’ off of gas, i got more than a seven eleven
they trynna be like me, what doin’ is not that impressive+
[outro]
yeah, yeah
b+tch, i’m all in
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