All My Cards

[Chorus: Lancey Foux] All my cars are black All my barbs are black Easy on the go, but I'm hard to catch (I'm hard to catch) Twenty-one card in my hand (Hrgh), make the table crash [Verse 1: Len] Extended clip, hold on Black whip, bad bitch, hold on (Shh) Jet black, X6, hold on These diamonds pocket the face like a zit (Wah) I got no need to fear my opps, I'm scared of paparazzi One hand in the air, I hate these niggas like a—, shh, can't say that (Shh, shh) I used to rate these influencers 'til I met 'em I seen a posh girl do spice, she swaggin' like Victoria Beckham (Haha) Ayy, he can't tell you arrivals, he ain't my reflection (No) I got this anorеxic bitch, she keep on begging me for sеconds (You're better off) [Pre-Chorus: Fimiguerrero] I keep beating the odds like Tekken Skin tone black like the whip man's revvin', hmm [Chorus: Lancey Foux & Fimiguerrero] All my cars are black (Let's go) All my barbs are black Easy on the go, but I'm hard to catch Twenty-one card in my hand, make the table crash [Verse 2: Fimiguerrero] All of the whips are black (Black, yeah) All of my jawns black (Jawns black, yeah) Even my cards in black (Black, black) Me and my NatWest match (Match, huh) I'm in the V with a bad little batch (Batch, yeah) My key make your girl get smashed (Wah) Nepo' babies and girls from the flats (Flats) Girls in my phone, they're gonna get Blacked (Blah) Huh, that girl a sinner, I'm up in her liver Her man has been on delivered for too many hours I think that he's starting to get inner (Ah) This isn't liquor, she still wanna sip up (Sip up) He's texting her phone, but you don't wanna pick up (Pick up) He's calling again, she pressing on read I'm pourin' again, I'm sippin' on red I'm matching the Prada with black and the red And the bloody girls black, Mercedes Benz (Uh) Bro got the nine, but I only do tens We can stay up all night like Ritalin (Ritalin) Blow up my wrist all summer She wanna lick it, she ain't going Jannah (Listen) Rock out with a band like Nirvana (Let's go) I'm scamming the Brendas and Lanas Yeah, but [Chorus: Lancey Foux & Fimiguerrero] All my cars are black (Let's go) All my barbs are black Easy on the go, but I'm hard to catch Twenty-one card in my hand, make the table crash