All Night

Turn it up (ha ha ha)

Flimode (ha ha ha)

Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Chorus:

All night

To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,

we make ya wave your hands up high

Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out

All night

To my niggas and my bitches get money

If ya running with me

Wave your hands up high

A yo I can't see y'all

You know we hang out in the streets y'all

All night

Yes yes y'all

I be the god up in the flesh y'all

Bless y'all

With nothing but the best y'all

Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all

Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all

Sex y'all

And put a bounce up in your breast y'all

Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all

And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all

And check y'all

And let the livest niggas step in

I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?

What the fuck,

Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front

And let me give y'all niggas just what you want

More fire for ya fresh off the press

Shit blazing to death

Bitches lust talking under they breath

Hope you niggas know to put on your vest

Or get a hole in your chest

Who in this motherfucker

Take you a guess

Chorus

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas

Yeah-yeah all my bitches

Yeah-yeah all my thugs

Yeah-yeah all my soldiers

Yeah-yeah all my honeys

Yeah-yeah all my playas

Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon

Yeah-yeah

The grand finale y'all

Put it down and always repping for my family y'all

What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all

Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all

Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga

And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga

So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down

The way I mash down

Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down

Don't speak unless you're spoken to

Get broke in two

Flipmode we be the chosen few

Yeah nigga entrap y'all

I know some niggas that'll clap y'all

And strap y'all

Up to a post and back slap y'all

Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all

That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all

Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts

The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt

Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga

Now or never

Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta

Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head

With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread

Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread

With all the blood that we bled

See we was broke, now we flossing instead

The shit I drop will never leave you mislead

Might leave you tired of bed

Shit ain't over till' the party is dead

Chorus: repeat 2X

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just

Wave your hands up high

And all my niggas running around getting pussy

All night