All I Need (ft. K Camp)

(All I need is)

Uh huh, you know what it is

(All I need is)

You ain't gonna trust yo bitch after tonight

Uh huh, I'mma make her whore out

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick

Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth

My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out

And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck uuupp!

I'm 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed, gettin' blowed

Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes

Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, Colt .45, high as fuck

Twenty dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab

Conjure my cab

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

Look, all she need is one more shot, that bitch lit, you can tell

Put this package, in yo box, you got mail

Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud

That lil bitch, she get active, she get wild

We turnt up, too much liquor you can't hold me

Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me

Drop my top, out that roof, that's that Rollie

Girl don't play, I'm right here, you gon' show me

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

Damn I miss the '90s, yeah shit was wild

We was livin' like rock stars, droppin' Mystic Styles

Ain't nobody else believe in what we was puttin' down

Nigga almost homeless trying to get it off the ground

No support everybody thought we never be shit

Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit

Tryna get some distribution majors labels ain't feelin' us

Doors slammed in our face, still ain't givin' up

Still on the grind, still on the rise

Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time

Made a name, made some change, got respect, got some fame

Now they love our shit, cuz we made our own lane

Tryna sign everybody, put some money in their pockets

Had a ball on the rug, every night we had it poppin'

They ain't hold us down, did it on our own

With our backs on da wall, we put plaques on the wall

Then the problems started picking up, posse start splitting up

People started switching up, we still not giving up

I love them though, we been through it all

They're my brothers though, now that's some real shit

We weren't always rich, we didn't have a pot to piss

Hustle harder than a bitch, slanging records like they bricks

From the ground to the throne, its been a hell of a trip

Bring me one more drank, while I sit and reminisce