All These b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
I got hard di*k for all these b*tches
I get all their numbers, I don’t call these b*tches
No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari b*tches
n*ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n*ggas (Yah)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Go-got V12 sittin' on rims and I parked the bull back in my Benz (Guwop)
Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it 'cause it's my friend (Bow)
Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin (Huh?)
Diamond jeans cost an M&M, why? So bright cut off a limb (Burr)
Look at me then look at him
Hard top Bentley, Bentley rims (Hard)
f*cked two sisters, wet the crib
In a drop top dunk, I broke the rims (Damn)
Back to back b*tch, call them twins
Got a hard top X and a drop top M
Call me Iceberg Slim, can’t f*ck with him
2K on weed, hell, that’s a deal (Wet)
5K on lean, I'm leanin' now
Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreaming now
Your girlfriends a semen demon
Big Guwop she screaming out (Guwop)
Drop top 'Rari showing cleavage, I'm on Cleveland, call it Bleveland (Bleveland)
Knocked your b*tch, don’t need no reason
Take my b*tch then call it even (It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got hard di*k for all these b*tches (Bah, bah)
I get all their numbers, I don’t call these b*tches (Huh?)
No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari b*tches (Skrrt)
n*ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n*ggas (Ketchup)
You can hold this 30 out this 40 n*gga (Bow)
You die, you hit Forgis, that's on Shawty, n*gga (Haha)
We don’t trust these b*tches or these n*ggas (Nah)
Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers, n*gga

[Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman]
n*gga tried to knock me off
But these n*ggas extra soft (Woo)
How the hell you just start robbing? Come and try and test a boss (Yessir)
Played the hand that I was dealt
40 make you patty melt
I don’t send no n*ggas, dawg, I do that sh*t by myself (Yessir)
Co-defendant that's a no (No)
Can’t have that sh*t fly in court (Court)
One thing about Young Juice, my n*ggas spot a pus*y like a scope (pus*y)
Since you pus*y, I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat
Killer-killer, murder-murder, flip that n*gga like a burger
I don’t shoot for legs so you know ain't no 'tempted murder (No sir)
And Young Juiceman stay with fire (Fye)
Make me put you on a burner
Smoke you like a cancer stick
Make your mom them a loner
Talking all that tough talk but your ass know you baloney (Huh?)
Wanna go to war? man you got me talking like I'm Tony
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got hard di*k for all these b*tches (Bah, bah)
I get all their numbers, I don’t call these b*tches (Huh?)
No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari b*tches (Skrrt)
n*ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n*ggas (Ketchup)
You can hold this 30 out this 40 n*gga (Bow)
You die, you hit Forgis, that's on Shawty, n*gga (Haha)
We don’t trust these b*tches or these n*ggas (Nah)
Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers, n*gga