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all in - fwc big key lyrics

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[intro]
(ayo, dux in the stu’)
cashgang key, n*gga
r.i.p. jumpout
(sh*t, what up, kaio? this beat hard as h*ll)

[chorus]
i’ma blow my pole at the opps, you gon’ call in
i hit six hoes in a week and they was all friends
cashgang ain’t for play, my n*ggas all in
i got a l!ck on the east, sh*t, let me call bands
them boys been bendin’ for a week, n0body outside (n*gga)
you put your hands on your b*tch, but let the opps slide
my plug from the uk, n*gga, wagwan?
i was gon’ grab another watch, but i ain’t got time

[verse]
let some n*ggas get the money, let the shooters shoot (no fakin’)
i’m ‘posed to let my gang protect me, but i’m a shooter too (yop)
heard i put it on her friend, she tryna do it too (come here, b*tch)
i done hit every city b*tch, i’m tryna move to houston
buzz gone, that’s why you see ’em tryna ride a wave (lame)
got 30 glocks with somethin’ clean in case we ride a plane (hah)
ask around, we got more poles than an ace of spades (the strip club)
rapper think i like his song, i’m tryna take his chain
real p, if my b*tch f*ckin’, i ain’t stoppin’ her (nope)
you waited twenty years to g*ngb*ng, boy, you a follower
she on the ‘gram reppin’ opps, b*tch, i’m blockin’ her (she through)
you see my sister with the opps, b*tch, i’m droppin’ her (she through)
and i got a white b*tch, her face cute, but ass little (facts)
where was you at when pops had the shop on grand river? (huh?)
you a b*tch, you ain’t gon’ do sh*t with that mask, n*gga (at all)
you ain’t never had a threesome with two bad b*tches
cashgang, if you ain’t got a hat, you cannot slide (what up, gang?)
i only hit her from the back ’cause she cannot ride
them boys mad, be lookin’ at my ‘gram like, “he cannot die” (untouchable)
ask any opp, when he see me, he heard (fah*fah)
we beefin’ with the whole city, everybody hats (no cap)
can’t even tell no boston richey, everybody rats (snitches)
that b*tch gon’ f*ck the whole gang, everybody rap (belt gang)
it ain’t just one shooter with us, everybody clap
[chorus]
i’ma blow my pole at the opps, you gon’ call in
i hit six hoes in a week and they was all— (boy)
cashgang ain’t for play, my n*ggas all in (n*gga)
i got a l!ck on the east, sh*t, let me call bands (what up, bands?)
them boys been bendin’ for a week, n0body outside (at all)
you put your hands on your b*tch, but let the opps slide
my plug from the uk, n*gga, wagwan?
i was gon’ grab another watch, but i ain’t got— (yop)

[outro]
yeah, cashgang sh*t, boy

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