For Y’all lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, man
It's Stupid Doo', man
From the street to the city, man
We really here, man
Fire, man, this sh*t a motherf*ckin' case
Trap house do what I wanna do, bro
And that's how it could go
f*ck you talkin' about, yeah?
Hahaha
My n*gga ain't done sh*t, man
Get all guys 'round here, man
And empty both of 'em

[Chorus]
(Yeah, hol' up)
I got n*ggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Put my diamonds on my b*tch, ain't got no flaws (Real sh*t)
Whole belt without a steel, n*gga, I ball (Ball)
Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime)
b*tch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this sh*t for y'all (Hey)

[Verse 1]
I was havin' money problems, now that sh*t resolved (Straight now)
I've been rockin' sold out shows lately, walk the walk (You think my shows louder now?)
You wasn't f*ckin' with me in first, that was a red call (That's what I remember)
Sixteen zips in her pint, drinkin' pallasol (Haha, leanin', leanin')
I'm on the move, you hall (Hey)
Got n*ggas ridin' for the calls (Calls)
Ain't fallin' out about no broads (Never)
I really do this sh*t for y'all (Who?)
The dope boys gettin' bands (Yeah)
The n*ggas all in the can (Who else?)
The ladies in the kid fans (For real, I love 'em)
Ayy, ayy, it say, "Versace" on my drawers, dawg (Stylin', dawg, ooh)
That b*tch you love in my call log (Look, look, look)
Yeah, up that Glock and make you pause, dawg (Hol' up, hol' up, I ain't do nothin', hahaha)
I'm the sh*t, I need a stall, dawg (Hey)
[Chorus]
(Yeah, hol' up)
I got n*ggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Put my diamonds on my b*tch, ain't got no flaws (Real sh*t)
Whole belt without a steel, n*gga, I ball (Ball)
Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime)
b*tch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this sh*t for y'all (Hey)

[Verse 2]
Man, I really got them Hitlers locked behind a wall (I do)
They hit me up, I run that sh*t (I love 'em), it wasn't nothin' at all (Get it)
I'm a boss, before I walked, you know I had to crawl (Didn't stop me)
I'm in her mouth, I'm in her throat, she suck me like some Halls (Uh, uh, uh, nasty heels)
She slob all over my balls (Wow)
My drawers soakin' wet, dawg (Dawg)
I'm on a fifteen minute fed call (Hello, hello, hello-lo, hello?)
(What it do, yo? I'm tryna make stove), yeah
It's a greenlight, n*gga, go (Go get it)
I got my money right and that's for sure (Hey)
Four-seater, that's the feds (Yeah)
West hot, that's attention (What up?)
Pint of four in the mainframe (What?)
And them young n*ggas, they be bangin' (Wylin')
Don't give a f*ck 'bout what you claimin' (Up)
OGs, can't tame 'em (No)
They'll murk a n*gga for a name (Dead one)
And they did it all for the fame
Ayy, free my lil' n*ggas
[Chorus]
(Yeah, hol' up)
I got n*ggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Put my diamonds on my b*tch, ain't got no flaws (Real sh*t)
Whole belt without a steel, n*gga, I ball (Ball)
Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime)
b*tch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this sh*t for y'all (Y'all)

[Outro]
Yeah, man
Had to tell a motherf*cker you goin' hard
Mic like Eazy, that's why you keep goin'
Don't stop, I told you to get that n*gga
Stop reppin', it's over with him, man