All Go Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro]
Cash Gang Key, n*gga

[Verse]
Man, I'm finna beat my jeweler ass, he threw some water on my neck
I keep tryna dodge your b*tch, I'm in a Charger gettin' cake
Like he play for Green Bay, we done turned him to a pack
b*tch, I only want the face, why you turnin' to the back? (b*tch)
My n*ggas, yeah, we blow heads, but never been on crack (At all)
On them drills, we like Will Smith, 'cause we the men in black
Your b*tch ain't never told, how ironic, she a rat
Never played QB, 'cause how ironic, I'm the catch (Baby)
n*ggas swear they killin' us, but never popped nothin' (At all)
Your mans rap, but he a rat, n*ggas Popp Hunna (Corvette, Corvette)
I don't care if I ran track, b*tch, I'm not runnin'
My lil' baby drip too hard, but she is not Gunna (What up, baby?)
He thought he was MIA, I done hit him in the face
He was thinkin' life is good 'til I hit him with the Drac' (n*gga)
I be tryna move, but some n*ggas in the way
Ain't talkin' 'bout the ocean, I got n*ggas in the Bay
Named the chop Milly 'cause it rock n*ggas
Speakin' of a milli', when I touch it, I'ma buy Richard
My shooter got a nose ring, they think Pac did it
Lik new name Bobby, he a hot n*gga
Cash Gang, the same shooters, but a lot richer (n*gga)
It's ten minutes before six, I'm in the 550 (Get it?)
Gettin' bored with the money, I'm finna buy some b*tches
Now they think we NBA 'cause we the top n*ggas (One up top)
n*ggas must be dumb, I can't miss you with no fully (At all)
Yeah, the Glock got a switch, the clip empty if I pull it
You ain't even got a strap, why a shooter n*gga woofin'?
You can have T and Peezy, you ain't quicker than no bullets (Quick)
[Outro]
b*tch
Cash Gang sh*t, n*gga
Big two-four