All White

[Intro] (Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off) [Chorus] I'm in the street, all-white Air Force Selling that white, don't bring no ones Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun-duns Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun And I got fish on the scale, for real Smell like a nail shop when you come in here Nothin' but that brick talk when you get here Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's Only sell P's when you buy a load Three-fifty for the zippity smoke Four hundred for the folks I don't know 3.5 is a fifty or more Break down, trap beat out the door I don't touch nothing but this dough Get money, only thing I know [Verse 1] What you gon' do when you gotta shoot at they ride? What you gon' do when your people gon' die? What you gon' do when it's time to slide? What you gon' do when you got a .45? What you gon' do when the .357 Hit him in the face, then send him straight to Heaven What you gon' do? What you gon' do when these folks come through? What you gon' do when twelve hit the door? Nigga gon' run, then you gon' shoot back It don't matter, better keep you a gat Nigga can't get caught, nigga, no lack Hell, yeah, nigga, we packin', no lackin' Hell, nah, nigga, we blood roll lackin' Hell, yeah, play with a nigga, toe tag something Everybody know, everybody red flag something Yes, sir, nigga, I'm in the 6 EA, East Atlanta, lil' bitch Paradise East, bitch, I'm lovin' the brick Come in the 'partments servin' this shit You want a bag, and I'll get it straight to you You want a brick, and I'm whippin' it up You country boy, and I'm fuckin' you up You talkin' money, I'm turnin' it up Yes, sir, bless her, ooh, I checked her She wanna fuck, oh, yeah, I'm next up Turnt up, bitch, hell, nah, no next up Everybody know that they stuck on mustard, y'all niggas ketchup Hell, yeah, hit it up Tell my opps they'll ditch your head up, yeah Nah, for real [Chorus] Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force Selling that white, don't bring no ones Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun-duns Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun And I got fish on the scale, for real Smell like a nail shop when you come in here Nothin' but that brick talk when you get here Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's Only sell P's when you buy a load Three-fifty for the zippity smoke Four hundred for the folks I don't know 3.5 is a fifty or more Break down, trap beat out the door I don't touch nothing but this dough Get money, only thing I know [Verse 2] Front door, back door them folks I'm in Milwaukee with my nigga's dope Came from Atlanta, got it for the low You make extra when you get on the road You gon' stretch 'em, got your arm in the bowl Whip that shit up, and I'm glad how it sold Sellin' this dog, gotta eat all the food Keep that shit street if you wanna be goon Packin' pistols, don't you have that shit tucked? Have that shit ready, it's time to bust I gotta hit for the money, know it's up Just squeeze that bitch, and don't you freeze up And now I see these niggas need us I remember people wouldn't treat us Like people really, really need 'em We up like a motherfucker, show them motherfuckers we do not fuckin' need 'em Now we treat 'em like the opps when we see them Skin a nigga like a pig, we bleed 'em Build me a army, nigga, do I breed 'em? Let me be a dog 'cause I move like a leader Been in these streets, too many stripes like a zebra Smoke on a nigga, laugh like hyena Dinner plate, put him on the street, we eat him Been a player, and I got a band for the play Petty move, nigga, that's not my way Take a nigga off, still back in the day Some of y'all niggas were bitches from back in the day [Chorus] Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force Selling that white, don't bring no ones Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun-duns Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun And I got fish on the scale, for real Smell like a nail shop when you come in here Nothin' but that brick talk when you get here Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's Only sell P's when you buy a load Three-fifty for the zippity smoke Four hundred for the folks I don't know 3.5 is a fifty or more Break down, trap beat out the door I don't touch nothing but this dough Get money, only thing I know