Lyrics We All We Got - Good Gas, FKi 1st, Lil Gotit

We All We Got

Go, go, slatt
Know what I’m sayin', I got
Water by G
Some ice
Motherfuckin' slime, you know what I’m sayin'
Lil Reek (Hood Baby)
Hood babies, YSL
1st done geeked it up
Let’s go
For them bands, running man
Sticked up like stick clan
I’m the right man, nigga, but the wrong plan
Spent a half day sleep on a Xanax
Yeah, your baby mama say she want real sex
Just me and her and my latex
I got VVS diamonds and a slime chain
They tryna put the slimes in the chain gang
Bitch, I’m a straight dog, need no chain
It was good when niggas said that I changed
When you get this type of money, you can’t be the same
And I blew up fast like Hussein
And I whip a nigga ass up, Pootie Tang
New to this type of money but I ain’t new to gang
I’ma get the money, no stress
Pray to the Lord every day 'cause he blessed
These niggas stay cappin' in gowns
Big bullets, they’ll leave your bro down
Right Perc' button, drip to your town
Hood Baby used to ride the Greyhound
These niggas, they built fake tough
That J juice get 'em back rough
Hell nah, he ain’t gang, he a scrub
Put the hundreds up, bringing out dubs
Yeah, I’m real coldhearted, no love
Damn, I lost my little brother, what the fuck?
Big burner gon' make his ass run
He scared to hit, quick to grab a gun
Yeah, I pass the drip down to my son
I ain’t sharin' over somethin' where I’m from
Pussy nigga better not say nothin'
'Cause the drake hold a hundred round drum (Hood Baby)
Yeah, I’m rockin' Off-White on an off day
Getting racks in fast like a payday
No help, this shit not needed
Lil' nigga, I hold my own weight
Slatt talk, yeah, that’s what the drugs do
Mask up, then them babies come mug you
Got Crips on the West gon' cuz you
Got Bloods, yeah, you know they gon' buzz you
Brrp, go 'head, buzz 'em in
Yeah, I got pills, go’n send 'em in
Stick Baby scope the lot, gon' send 'em in
We dry the bitches like cinnamon
Lil' sap ass nigga stay sentimental
No cap on my gang, used to ridin' rentals
Crash the ball so simple, that’s a fender bender
East Point call us ball in the middle
Me and Ralph got loaded, I don’t know telling
He done really took the charge, that’s no felon
Me and Reek shot a video on Gresham
Might slide through your hood, that’s no tender
Yeah, slime good everywhere they go
Yeah, Snake watch me, he my halo
Got a big bag, had to lay low
Got beat and they pullin' out they camera roll
Keep a lightskin bitch like J-Lo
Could’ve swore these niggas my shadow
Perc-10 got a nigga feelin' meditative
Yeah, I copped 'em off the street, that’s my medication
Yeah, Hood Baby with a couple Haiti Babies
Old Nat, screamin' slatt, they share they babies
I told her, «Ho, don’t miss your blessing»
It’s only gon' send one message
Back then on the pack with some horseshoes
Now I’m rockin' Amiri, they some new moves
Can’t sign me, boy, you gon' lose
So many red dots in my neck too
Rockin' Chanel, yeah, Nae Nae
Zero tone, give a fuck what they say
Every day like my motherfuckin' birthday
Swore I’m in LA, the bitch drag race
I’m in the Lam', I’m switching the gears and it came with a cam
Kick a bitch out the condo like she Pam
We some young bosses, we’re known in the town
Yeah, they biting my sound
Niggas be cap like a cap and a gown
I know they broke, all these niggas some clowns
Amiri my jeans, I’ma drip, never drown
I had to flood out the Rollie
You’re not gonna shoot it, then why do you tote it?
24 pints in LA like I’m Kobe
Bro, we get too many racks and we load 'em
Need for speed, cologne is by Creed
Knock his ass off if he play with Lil Reek
Too many hoes, all my bitches on fleek
Came out the trap, I was servin' them P’s
Pocket rock', yeah, I’m hot
Doin' the dash when I come off the lot
Stay down in that trap and that bitch too hot
My shoes they cost a lot
These niggas be cappin' a lot
These bitches gon' fold, you like it or not
And I never trip, my shoes in the knot
My niggas my brothers, we all we got
My niggas my brothers, we all we got
My niggas my brothers, we all we got
My niggas my brothers, we all we got