ALL OUT lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
Know what I mean?
Know what it is, man
What it been and always gon' be, man (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
What I got, what I got
Ayy

[Verse 1: al.divino & Estee Nack]
Stand up, why you stall out? (You heard?)
Bet the house, we go all out (Oh, all out)
We gon' win, we on a shadow of a doubt (Yeah)
Ever saw a fiend free fall and fall out? (Swoo!)
Didn't think so (Didn't think so!)
Rappers copy the lingo like Kinko's, Cuban link gold, (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot), mink roll (sh*t!)
Do my thing like a Kindle
You don't want us to let the thing go, I promise (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing!)
Pop up in your spot
Robert De Niro when the product for dollars tenfold (Yeah!)
Ten toes down when you see me in your city, Lord (See me though)
Show you what the blicky for (Snatch, bloaw-bloaw-bloaw, bloaw, bloaw-bloaw-bloaw-bloaw, let the white ho pull up over here!)
Ayo, don't get your crib lit up like Christmas, get thrown with bulletholеs (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing!)
Better have a bag tryna book a show (Bеtter have that bag for me!)
sh*t, we flip pure if you didn't know (Woo!)
Where the work at, son? Don't make this difficult (Where the work at?)
Subliminals'll have your teeth shatterd
Scatterd on the sidewalk (Baby Tea!)
Clap backs, sign off, outline the white chalk (Boaw-boaw!)
Get mine then I slide off (Skrrt! I'm out!)
Get mine then I slide off (I'm outta here!)
Stand up, why you stall out? (b*tch boy!)
Bet the house, we goin' all out (Know what I mean?, we the flyest on Earth)
[Bridge: Estee Nack & al.divino]
f*ckin' moron (Nack, n*gga), stupid (I bet the house on it)
Hahahahahaha (Ayo ayo, son), yeah

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Nack, the imperial, Rosé (Rosé)
Bel-Air, I ain't hearin' it, no way (sh*t's cheap)
Cocaine is cold gated, apperances from Jose (Okay)
Me and divino both flames, n*gga, this a full on blaze (Woah)
My bubbles OG, n*ggas be pourin' up Bandrek (Where is at?)
Elementary dishes, delicous, appetizing, we full of entre (Who's eatin'?)
Coast seagals, size seats, concave leather was all suede (Woah!)
Porkey, floor sex was Stron'Jay (Yeah!)
Yo
My b*tch be off here lookin' bad as Beyoncé (I love her)
Smoke Khalifa kush, we rollin' up woods, n*gga (Smoke!)
Ayo
If Nack couldn't do it, then no one could (Yuh), bogus goods
Dirty copers control the hoods (Woop!), if we would stand in the clear mental picture, the f*ck you n*ggas done overstood (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayo (Ah)
Serve the b*tch after she asked me not to
Nackman, nah, it's Nosfartu
Album, the album matter, maraca martial, art monster Gospel, motherf*ckers (Yeah)
n*ggas ain't ready for hands and feelin' hostile (f*ck these n*ggas, what's up?)
Hot sauce, is it drippin' or droppin' you pick up? (Drop, drop, drop, drop, boaw-boaw-boaw!)
Motherf*ckin' b*tches tonsils (Maldito)
[?]
Cake batter mix is colossal (Bojo, woah! Maldito)
I whip it facilísimo, son, I'm Steven Seagal with hard white like a fossil (I got it, yeah)
It was soft, but now it's hard and beige like (I cooked it! b*tch)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
Sniff, b*tch