​all i got lyrics

by

Summrs


[Intro]
Double R, bird business n*gga
Desire
Yeah (Rino baby, Rino baby, yeah)
If you ain't with it, f*ck you n*gga (Rino baby)
All I got to say (Rino baby)
I f*ck with this beat by the way Go', f*ck it

[Verse 1]
Let me show you how I come on, got an ARP with a drum on it
n*gga know li' Rino gettin' to the cheese, but you know I never told nun' (Haha, haha, yeah)
b*tch ass n*ggas be cops, we ain't f*ckin' with they pus*y ass
In my video, props, catch me on the street that's a real gat
Buddy'll for sure get popped, yeah, turn his ass to a statistic
sh*t get critical, bad b*tch wanna be in my video (No)
I got my Ksubis on, now I want a Rolls Royce with the roof gone
(Grrr), Rino gettin' to them knots, this sh*t'll never stop
I'm cruisin' on drank, my brudda on pot
I f*ck with Ben Frank', he taught me a lot
I walk in the bank, you n*ggas just plot
Pray for thеm to rot, (It's all I got) It's all I got, It's all I got (Rino, Rino)

[Bridge]
(She say she wan' f*ck with li' Rino)
(Oh you wan' f*ck with li' Rino, ah?)
(Heh, you know how this could gеt though)
(You know, I'll hit your friend though)
(Oh alright mama, hehe, hehe)
[Verse 2]
With this Glock I might James Bond
Get the f*ck from 'round me you ain't my kind
Recordin' myself on my laptop, n*gga I ain't payin' for no studio time
I'm still up on my grind, been doin' this sh*t since a youngin', they listen to Rino they bumpin'
Lifestyle really funny, your ex-n*gga bummy, the Maybach jumpin' it got bunnies
Everything these n*ggas did I done done, I hit the b*tch once then I punt it
Take care of my shooters, some of my young n*ggas lost and they come from Bermuda
I ain't no lil' boy baby I attract cougars, don't let 'em fool you li' Rino will do ya
Know you heard how I'll put a Glock to a n*gga face and tell 'em to move it
I got sh*t bust up in my city
n*gga I'm the richest out my city
And I don't say it unless I did it (Did it, did it, did it)
You n*ggas be so silly
Put diamonds on her muhf*ckin' neck and ear I know that she hear me
Put diamonds on her other ear, I gave the b*tch a wet willy
Feel like Wayne, when I touch my first milly, I hit the mall trippin'
You could delete my number and you could block me b*tch I don't need ya
Got pink in my cup like Easter
Diamond crosses on my neck got a mic in my hand like a preacher
b*tch jaw drop soon as I walk in, soon as I seen her
You ain't gotta worry lil' twin, you can keep her, you can keep her, keep her, keep her
Away from me, I don't want no b*tch next to me
As you can see, I'm runnin' up that green, I'm runnin' up that cheese, I'm gettin' so elite
Can't walk a mile in my shoes it get deep
And the other reason, o it's LV
[Outro]
(You know me, check the receipt n*gga)
(Double R, bird business)
(Yeah, I told you I was that one)
(Ya heard me?)
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