About All That Lyrics By Birdman
Yeah, like father, like son
Got Joey Crack round with us this time
I smell murder
You know
Birdman
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And I got 'em
Look, young desperado, straight out the grotto
I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow
Little ****, but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy, hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought, ain't it?
How the fuck would I know?
****, I've been gettin' my share like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets, check my bio
I started high with two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts, cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away like, "Later, dudes"
Never get caught, baby, I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped, I made it move
Respect me, ****, I'm a dog, no asian food
I wet up the party, so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes, you bitch ass ****
My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My ****, 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't even really bout all that
Now don't you forget, I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that, fall back
**** must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the blinky, splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothing to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah, Weezy, homies got your back, whether raps or macks
Either way, they both spit like
****, the muhfuckas is broke like them lefties
And we just sold so much dope, ain't shit, you tell me
****, how you want it, huh? Coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like in Old School
And yeah, we bout it, bout it, and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless you got a whole fuckin' suicidal army
And I'm a rider, homie, and you can find it on me
That forty cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these **** wanting war, but they runnin' from me, crack
My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My ****, 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't even really bout all that
And don't you forget, I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that, fall back
Yeah, ****, I had 'em as little ****, raised 'em round real ****
Poppin' bottles, fuckin' with them bitches, ****
Made money to the ceiling, me and my young **** chillin'
I'm in the streets, hustlin', gettin' money, ****
Changed all my new shoes, ****, got some new tools, ****
Got some new jewels, we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed, still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money, still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
****, yeah, we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer, cold case for that thing
I hate the law for what they done did, they broke in **** cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em, I'd have split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward, let me claim my fame
I put it down, Uptown, I'ma do my thang, believe me
My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My ****, 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't even really bout all that
And don't you forget, I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that, fall back
