All Of The Above lyrics

[Intro]
Ayoza
Dee Mula, damn
D-double-E-M-U-L-A

[Chorus]
My b*tch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above (dayuumm)
We can bop, shoot, kill each other n*gga
All of the above (Mula)
I got sticks, mops, dracs, 40s
All of the above (dayuumm)
All of the above (got damn)
All of the above (huuh) [x2]

[Verse 1]
Ain't on no average sh*t
Dont want no average b*tch
Like my b*tch arrogant
Sheen tryna hug no n*gga
Sheen tryna hand with you b*tches
Cause most of you hoes be messy
Throwing shade I ain't catchin it
You say imma hoe, come test me
Danny Glover, got weapons
Quick to teach a n*gga lesson
On his ass like we checkin
I got heart no Kevin
My b*tch thick as f*ck, no ass shots
Sending threats to me, thats the sh*t that got yo mans shot
& I ain't gotta touch ya, & I ain't gotta shoot you
My lil n*ggas gone crash out
Blow yo ass off
They shootin sh*t that'll make you pass out
My lil b*tch so cute & sexy
She bout ha money like KashDoll
Sheen worried bout nun of yall
& I'm up all night like I popped me a adderall
Got the choppa cross my shoulder, like some overalls
Dont make me come up for yall
These n*ggas peewee, they been hatin on me lately
Why?
Cause I'm standing on top of yall
[Chorus]
My b*tch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above (dayuumm)
We can bop, shoot, kill each other n*gga
All of the above (Mula)
I got sticks, mops, dracs, 40s
All of the above (dayuumm)
All of the above (got damn)
All of the above (huuh) [x2]

[Verse 2]
My b*tch gotta big ass booty
I'm hittin ha with big ole moves
& I gotta big ole tool
I hope he dont think Im no fool
She eat the di*k like its food
& I give lil baby the blues
We can bop shoot it out
But you gone snitch like a mouse
Gone run ya mouth cause you a rat
& yeen really with that
Im in ha stomach like 6 packs
Imma need b*tches to buy 3 guns
I just got off bout 3 bonds
n*gga run up, imma beat em
He gone think I had 3 arms
& I ain't got no time for these n*ggas
Im tryna get straight to the paper
Im sippin yellow like the Lakers
Im ballin hard like the Pacers
I cross ya over like Im Tracy
Goin hard like Im ZBo
You save ya hoe like a hero
My name hold weight like a hippo
You can catch fire like a zippo
My lil b*tch so tall, Im choppin ha on my toes
I got them dracs, them mops, nsh*t
Might hit yo block nsh*t
Im with the clean up crew, and they moppin sh*t
No pimple, they poppin sh*t
[Chorus]
My b*tch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above (dayuumm)
We can bop, shoot, kill each other n*gga
All of the above (Mula)
I got sticks, mops, dracs, 40s
All of the above (dayuumm)
All of the above (got damn)
All of the above (huuh) [x2]