All Black

[Intro - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

She never called back

I pull up in all black

What you call that?

Pull up in all black

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

You kept on calling her phone

No wonder she never called back

You saw the message she wrote me

Lowkey, you want your hoe back

I get respect from the OG's

Police probably want my phone tapped

Hoodie and all that, I pull up in all black

All black going crazy, all black to the laces

All black, off white shit, all black, Balmains shit

They think I'm crazy, I think they hating

All black wraith racing, my all black spaceship

[Verse 1 - Flywalker Chee$e]

She'll ride with some stacks, hit the club in all black

Spent 10K up in Saks, all I'm speaking is facts

See, I ride with the panny all white, if you want bread, little nigga on sight

All black Louis I ain't missing no spikes

Only bad bitches, I ain't fucking no type

I say yeah, aye, I'm always on the go-go

Pitch black tent on the low-low

Your bitch, she a so-so

I hit that off 'cause I can, bro

Up in the club spending bands, hoe

I'm a trap nigga with some fans though

My designer ain't black, that Nike check is though

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

You kept on calling her phone

No wonder she never called back

You saw the message she wrote me

Lowkey, you want your hoe back

I get respect from the OG's

Police probably want my phone tapped

Hoodie and all that, pull up in all black

All black going crazy, all black to the laces

All black, off white shit, all black, Balmain shit

They think I'm crazy, I think they hating

All black Wraith racing, my all black spaceship

[Verse 2 - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

I pull up in the slides, she wanna get fucked and get high

She hopped in my ride, I told her to look at the sky

Look at the stars in the sky, I grabbed on her thigh

Forgot what I told her I lied, she wanted the whole number 9

Word to Allah, I'm a feelings type of guy

But I get gritty with my guys

In the city with my guys, getting chicken with my guys

Free my niggas doing time, fuck the rumors and the lies

I go do it with my guys, V12 told me I-

Gotta make it to the top, that's my nigga, I'mma ride

I'mma go do it, black hoodie, bitch, I know what I'm doing

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

You kept on calling her phone

No wonder she never called back

You saw the message she wrote me

Lowkey, you want your hoe back

I get respect from the OG's

Police probably want my phone tapped

Hoodie and all that, pull up in all black

All black going crazy, all black to the laces

All black, off white shit, all black, Balmain shit

They think I'm crazy, I think they hating

All black Wraith racing, my all black spaceship