‎ all stars cypher lyrics

[Intro]
Any of you b*tch ass n*ggas that got a problem wit' me, come kill my uncle about it

[yoshi]
b*tch I got that bag
b*tch I get to it
Push you off the map
Hey like we ain't do it
She say I'm no man
But I've been knew it
I'm singing on this beat like I'm high, where are you at?
Stick to the money like Velcro
I don't trust you, like metro
No stoke cleat, but it cut throats
Yuh, you're a cut throats
I should have been on the grind lately
Hands on deck, hands on deck
Handle them racks
Countin' them packs, huh
Countin' them racky's

[yuke]
[?]

[bronclair]
Yo b*tch she a freak
I been too geek
Walk up in the spot any ho wan' look at me
Cause I get the guap, and thеse n*gga tryna leash
b*tch I uh, what?, what?, huh
Jugg him at his chest, now hе mad at me
And I walk up in the spot, where there guys on me
Aye, and if you wanna play with me, I'm a [?] OG
Yuh, I turn out I'm finna [?] ODE
When we go trappin' your ass ain't nothin'
White plugs over me, his ass like Justin
b*tch we f*ckin', we ain't cuffin'
If I see a opp, I'm dumpin' it
Come outside, he gon' spaz out
Call it nine, but they gon' crashout
Call it yoshi, gon' trip out
Lil Woo, bring the Glick out
[heaven0nevaeh]
Aye lil pus*y lil b*tch on ig
Put white in her mouth, no hygiene
Posted in the call and you know we f*ckin' slide in
Keep a blade yuh, I'm very f*ckin' frightening
I can't f*ck wit' you, I'm on the bigger timing
You know this is true though
Bring my ho too
No my life down
Keep tugging yo chain
I'm posted with doXa, we already know
We alive or dead
You at the bottom, we goin' up, let's go band for band

[lovemikai]
Let's go band for ba-band
Now I [?] with white chalk
pus*y talkin' crazy, police peel him off the side-wa-walk
I be twisting, f*ckin' a zig
I'm like a b*tch I'm dippin' yo di*k
[?] how you riding on di*k
You a high as f*ck on my bro on the crib
Wit' my brodie you know that we sliding
Posted wit' [?] and she on that timing
Put a shotgun shell in his mouth cause you want it
f*ck a [?] boy that sh*ts over lining
And I'm making my bread off a laptop
He talkin' sh*t let him know we could slap box
[?], let me know about that slap talk
His face turn blue real fast no headshot
[doXa]
[?]

[sadboyshaq]
Gas, I'm puffin'
I knock off yo time like a muffin
Take yo b*tch back to the crib and we humpin'
You hear the noise and the spring to they jumpin'
Callin' the K, you know that he dumpin'
Say he would kill me, n*gga doin' nothin'
Fresh out gang, knockin' off your nugget
You in the first, n*gga where is your brother then
When I see you, we ain't dappin', ain't huggin'
Got smoke, n*gga don't run from it
Don't crawl for help, ain't no one comin'
Don't be no [?] no, no be no dummy
My b*tch hate me, call me sc*mmy
b*tch you can't use me for no money
My life is good, b*tch it so sunny

[1crusafix]
b*tch I'm countin' up these hunnids, and you know you countin' ones
And I'm balman like I'm drummin', b*tch you know I'm livin' [?]
Don't care if I'm done, ye
I just be holdin' my guns, aye
Packed up, you stunned yuh
How are you my f*ckin' one yeah
b*tch I'm ready let's go
b*tch keep on hatin' my phone
I got the benjamin's coat
I only talk about dough
Pour me a 10, until I say stop, yea
How many drinks 'til I drop, yea
I got a chop and it pop, yea
Keep on countin' this guap ye
[scrappz]
n*ggas talkin' wild, so we pull up [?]
I got money in the streets, a couple calls and I throw 'em
Yo b*tch pus*y kinda [?]
[?] for nothin' n*gga
[?]
Molly blow his brains out, they gon' need some aspirin
[?]

[16:9 krollo]
[?] you know we get to poppin'
Get him wit' no cut, he countin' up all the profits
They found out where we were, cause they [?]
I just f*cked yo life, after that we take yo login
Yea turn it up, since you know we run it up
b*tch we out here, but I know my bag is tough
In my suicide doors, they don't know

[kitz]
Yeah, that's a whole lotta yappin'
Heard yo typin' sh*t sh*t ain't finish cause I'm nappin'
Wipin' competition, b*tch I needs a napkin
If you bro gets in the cut, b*tch I'm snappin'
I'm a baby momma b*tch, you be cappin'
And yo method in my DM's caught you lackin'
Lil ho geekin' off a perc, that b*tch lackin'
Fed that pockets on my pants, that b*tch saggin'
Aye shut the f*ck up, aye shut the f*ck up, aye shut the f*ck up, aye shut the f*ck up, aye shte f*ck up, aye shut yo damn mouth
If you f*ck wit' me, yeah you gon' find out

[comanati]
Aye switchin' the voice, n*gga this the real me
This on fast 2 bag on film me
Blasian b*tch and she asked me to film this
Hittin' this b*tch from the back when she felt it
She f*ck wit' a fat, then I really gotta [?] (EVIL)
Me and my n*gga we stalkin' on [?]
[?] they gon' fit like caskets
[?] president [?] I'm finna do his ass like candidate
[?] peaceful like a [?]
[?]

[Outro]
I'm filthy rich n*gga
In the f*ckin' club, I ain' talkin' 'bout 50 cent n*gga, ahaha