All-Star Weekend lyrics

[Intro]
(Gotti)
(Jugg Harden)

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
Lil' b*tch be f*ckin' on a ghost, she like animals
Told her n*gga business, I ain't ask, b*tch, I'm scared of you
I could take another b*tch and turn her to a better you (I swear)
Used to have hoop dreams, but now it's lookin' federal
Lil' b*tch been textin' me for years, this b*tch consistent
Put me in the game, I bet I shoot, J.R. Smith it
Most these n*ggas' problem is they always need a witness
Before she even started, b*tch was already finished
She f*ckin' with a lame, I put that pus*y on the map
Mindin' my business, she put that pus*y in my lap (Come here)
Tryna quit these drugs, like a monkey on my back
I got Gucci on my back, I got groupies on my neck
Come around us broke, we gon' think you tryna rob (Bum)
Told her, "Come here, b*tch," bust it, baby, like I'm Plies (b*tch)
Dog sh*t Records just hit me up, think I'ma sign
I know this b*tch toxic, her pus*y good, ignore the sign
We make grown n*ggas terrified (Yeah)
Chopper make him lean back like it's Terror Squad (You get it?)
Pull up, paint a n*gga block, that's how you vandalize
Used to stop writin' like, "Hold on, bro, you tellin' lies"
He with the get-back, swore his ass is justified (I swear)
You feel my aura in the room, I bring ghetto vibes
My shooter caught a body, I call his lil' ass Minaj
Seen an opp still alive, be f*ckin' with my pride (Want him dead)
I got the blicky up in church, I can't be victimized
I was f*cked up, I couldn't even get a line
Slidin' on the opps, I used to have to catch a ride
n*gga, it ain't really slidin' if you goin' live
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
All I smoke is opps, bruh
Yeah, that pus*y good, it ain't Wock', though
f*ck your lil' brother, he an opp, ho
Foggin' up my buffs, all this opp smoke
I was broke, they gon' try to bring my past up
You di*k suck every n*gga with a bag, huh?
I need a camera on the Benz for when I back up
All-star weekend, let's break some glass, huh

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
All-star weekend, b*tch, I dropped a pint of red
I could've bought a house, I bought some ice instead
f*ck around and OD'd on drank and tried to fight the dead
Tryna f*ck me a lil' foreign b*tch, I caught a flight to France
Pull up in a matte black Benz with the Forgis on it
And if you ever catch me walkin', got a 40 on me
Fat Black n*gga tellin' jokes, b*tch, I'm Corey Holcomb
Prices goin' up on the features 'cause I'm more than local
All-star ballin' on these n*ggas like I'm J.R.
Hit your block with a fully automatic, f*ck an AR
Yeah, I'm talented, I just made 5K off of eight bars
I got some sh*t that cover everything, b*tch, I'm State Farm
40K cash around my neck, they like I'm signed to who?
Boyz ENT, why do I have to keep remindin' you?
Pop an opp and burn everything just to hide the proof
One thing for sure, my brother say he slide, sh*t, I'm slidin' too (b*tch)
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
All I smoke is opps, bruh
Yeah, that pus*y good, it ain't Wock', though
f*ck your lil' brother, he an opp, ho
Foggin' up my buffs, all this opp smoke
I was broke, they gon' try to bring my past up
You di*k suck every n*gga with a bag, huh?
I need a camera on the Benz for when I back up
All-star weekend, let's break some glass, huh