All White

Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off

I'm in the street, all-white Air Force

Sellin' that white, don't bring no ones

Big blue face, ain't nothin' but hun-duns

Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun

And I got fish on the scale, for real

Smell like a nail shop when you come in here

Nothin' but the brick talk when you get here

And you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG

And I got Zs, nigga, break 'em in Os

Only sell Ps when you buy a load

Three fifty for the zippity smoke

Four hundred for the folks, I don't know

Three-five is a fifty or more

Break down trap, beat at the door

I don't touch nothin' but this dough

Get money, only thing I know

What you gon' do when you gotta shoot at they ride?

What you gon' do when your people gon' die?

What you gon' do when it's time to slide?

What you gon' do when you got a four-five?

What you gon' do when the 357? Hit him in the face and send him straight to Hell

What you gon' do? What you gon' do when these folk come through?

What you gon' do when 12 hit the door?

Nigga gon' run, then you gon' shoot back

It don't matter, better keep you a gat

Nigga can't get caught, nigga, no lack

Hell, yeah, nigga, we packin', no lackin'

Hell, nah, nigga, we blood roll lackin'

Hell, yeah, play with a nigga, toe tag somethin'

Everybody know, everybody red flag somethin'

Yes, sir, nigga, I'm in the 6, EA, East Atlanta, lil' bitch

Paradise East, bitch, I'm lovin' the brick

Come in the 'partments servin' this shit

You want a bag, and I'll get it straight to you

You want a brick, and I'm whippin' it up

You country, boy, and I'm fuckin' you up

You talkin' money, I'm turnin' it up

Yes, sir, bless her, ooh, I checked her

She wanna fuck, oh, yeah, I'm next up

Turnt up, bitch, hell, nah, no next up

Everybody know, but they stuck on mustard, y'all niggas ketchup

Hell, yeah, head up, tell my opps to head up, yeah

I'm for real

I'm in the street, all-white Air Force

Sellin' that white, don't bring no ones

Big blue face, ain't nothin' but hun-duns

Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun

And I got fish on the scale, for real

Smell like a nail shop when you come in here

Nothin' but the brick talk when you get here

And you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG

And I got Zs, nigga, break 'em in Os

Only sell Ps when you buy a load

Three fifty for the zippity smoke

Four hundred for the folks, I don't know

Three-five is a fifty or more

Break down trap, beat at the door

I don't touch nothin' but this dough

Get money, only thing I know

Front door, back door, them foe

I'm in here walkin' with my nigga Dope

Came from Atlanta, got it for that low

You make extra when you get on the road

You gon' stretch him, got your arm in the bowl

Whip that shit up, and I'm glarin' her soul

Sellin' that dog, gotta eat all the food

Keep this shit street if you wanna be goon

Packin' pistols, don't you have this shit tucked?

Have this shit ready, it's time to bust

I gotta hit for the money, know it's up

Just squeeze that bitch, and don't you freeze up

And now I see these niggas need us

I remember people wouldn't treat us

Like people really, really need 'em

We up like a motherfucker

Show the motherfucker we do not fuckin' need 'em

Now we treat 'em like the opps when we see them

Skin a nigga like a pig, we bleed 'em

Build me a army, nigga, do I breed 'em?

Let me be a dawg 'cause I move like a leader

Been in these streets, too many stripes like a zebra

Smoke on a nigga, laugh like hyena

Dinner plate, put him on the street, we eat him

Been a play, and I got a Ben for the play

Petty move, nigga, that's not my way

Take a nigga off, still back in the day

Some of y'all niggas were bitches from back in the day

Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force

Sellin' that white, don't bring no ones

Big blue face, ain't nothin' but hun-duns

Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun

And I got fish on the scale, for real

Smell like a nail shop when you come in here

Nothin' but the brick talk when you get here

And you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG

And I got Zs, nigga, break 'em in Os

Only sell Ps when you buy a load

Three fifty for the zippity smoke

Four hundred for the folks, I don't know

Three-five is a fifty or more

Break down trap, beat at the door

I don't touch nothin' but this dough

Get money, only thing I know