All Of Us lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Shorty asked which one of y'all rich and I say all of us
n*gga asked who got the sticks and I say all of us
n*gga asked who hit his b*tch and I say all of us
Was right there doggin' on her, phone ringing, and you was callin' her
b*tch I'm the one not the two, thought you knew
Pay two hundred thousand, comin' out I'm walkin' through
He not on my level, I don't know who he talkin' to
I just bust the Prezi, all baguettes, it's hard to do
And they can't contest us, n*ggas pus*y, come at who?
Send a message, ain't no texts, grab the Memphis, send 'em through
If he post it one more time, make my mind up, I'll hit him too
She keep sayin' she ride or die, so we gon' probably hit his boo
Shoot at everybody (Everybody)
n*ggas terrified, we chase him down and paralyze him
Put a blue check on his head, 'bout to verify him
Soon as them n*ggas lack attention, we get 'em every time
Talkin' break the news, you know I like to hang with Jews that break the rules
We the type get hungry, and make the food, and probably take the jewels
You know I like to f*ck on balconies that got amazing views
I don't watch TV, I open my safe to get a paper view
Remember them b*tches tried to turn they back, I got to make them making U's
I be laughin', I just smacked they ass, while they make me food
I just thought lil shorty was a snapper, since she had a tooth
Cold world, mansion with the heated pool
I made it through, it's gated too
My bloody, he will kill you, when I say it's bool
Better play it cool, cause n*gga we won't play with you
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
All of my hitters got Glocks with the switchers
All of my b*tches got diamonds and riches
Uh, yeah
Said it's time, huh (Ay)
Yeah, I get a check up but I don't sign bonds
Put a felon in a motherf*ckin' bon-bon
Big ass Richard on my wrist look like a time bomb (Ay)
Hold on, what you saying? Who hot? (Who hot?)
I don't know about y'all but I know my n*ggas ride
Ain't no grips on they shoes 'cause my n*ggas slidin'
Lowest ranked n*gga in my hood got two bodies
Ooh, they know 'bout them two bodies (Yeah)
And there's nothing that them n*ggas gon' do 'bout it
I just flew to a island, I'm on blue molly
That's at least just what I told her, really gave her two Oxy's
My b*tch bad and she got that Ooh-nani
Every time she do me good, you know she get a coupe out me (Skrrrrt)
My b*tch bad, ass fat, stupid rich
Lil' n*gga cool but he ain't Uzi rich (Uh uh)
Hold on, hello, who is this? (Hello)
Hold on, wait, literally
n*ggas, they ain't big as me
n*ggas, ain't illuminated
b*tch, I hang in Italy
I ain't got no enemies but if you cross the line
Rick Owen trench jacket, look like Columbine
Yeah, I'm ballin' hard, b*tch, when it's Columbine
Yeah, I'm going hard, b*tch, like I ain't even sign (Uh)
I don't want your b*tches, n*gga, ask your baby mom
I ain't got no enemies, I said that other line