Testo All Is - VonOff1700
Testo della canzone All Is (VonOff1700), tratta dall'album All Is
Terry stop playing and press record
Alright, standard shit
I don't want no problem, man, I don't want no problem
Ay, ay
If one jump in, we all in
One spin, we all spin
I've been got through the door, I think it's time to let my dogs in
Let's do a head count, it's 1700 of us
Okay, we all in, I only hang with clappers, trappers, robbers
Who the fuck let child in?
Catch an opp, I'm the one that's bouncing out, I don't do no call-ins
One, two, three, four, six, we skip past five, 'cause we got all Gs
Say, "No, come with this shit," so when we bounce, you better not fall then
With a college virgin bitch, on the way to the crib, finna break her walls in
We outside and the opps say they outside, well, let's play ball then
See, Money ain't got no money, so let him live and kill his ball friend
We run the thick ass slut, as soon as I nut, I'm gon' let Ball in
Say nobody gon' play with Lil Reese, no love in this alley, so I got some balls then
And I won't knot 2, it's 3, if you know, then you know, shout-out my tall friend
One got put in the dirt, two turned into dust, so three in the wall then
Gave Wooda the 20, I thought that was 229, I prefer the small tens
They think it's a GLE just 'cause of the seats, but bitch, this a small Benz
Check the score, we spanking shit
Fully Drac', don't get in my way with this
With these hand taps, we giving out taper kits
3 drive like he doing that Frank shit
TJ4L, only nigga I thank
Thruway to his truck, he basically Drake
Just like 300K, I walked out of the bank
When Marshall was playing, big bro cranked that shit
I'm young and hot in my way, you better duck
'Cause I'm finna spray the shit
I was trying to kill Cam, he only got away 'cause he had AA and shit
Drake started a hurricane
Nigga play, I'm an 8-bay-bay in this bitch
In the studio back-end got an AK on his lap like he on that KK shit
If one jump in, we all in
One spin, we all spin
I've been got through the door, I think it's time to let my dogs in
Let's do a head count, it's 1700 of us
Okay, we all in, I only hang with clappers, trappers, robbers
Who the fuck let child in?
Check the score, we spanking shit
Fully Drac', don't get in my way with this
With these hand taps, we giving out taper kits
3 drive like he doing that Frank shit
TJ4L, only nigga I thank
Thruway to his truck, he basically Drake
Just like 300K, I walked out of the bank
When Marshall was playing, big bro cranked that shit, cranked that shit
TJ4L, Ain't Gonna Fold wheel
Mhm-mhm-mhm, now I got cash with shit
On BD, I think that's gon' be the new leak
On my dead homies
Go
TJ4L boys, this shit will send the shit off, come on
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Brockman, Davon D Meeks, Connaire Ryan Terence, Adie Timothy Joshua
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