All Dz Chainz (feat. Lil Baby) Lyrics – Gucci Mane, Lil Baby
Singer: Gucci Mane, Lil Baby
Title: All Dz Chainz (feat. Lil Baby)
Wheezy out of here
They say that I do too much ’cause I got all these chains on me
n#gg#s don’t like when we in the club, ’cause they get rained on
We get on with n#gg#s, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring ’em all, I’m Mr. Get ‘Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I’m on the go switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn’t care ’bout sh#t, no cap, I set the tone
You the type to flex for hoеs, I’m the type turn up the bros
I won’t givе a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
Knowin’ bro he ain’t sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
So deep off in the street, I signed my life away, then sellin’
Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
Count addict’, she just missin’ the lil’, so I touch up her #ss
They just spin, I tell ’em “I spin again, and bro don’t leave your mask”
If I don’t go, I’m gon’ feel like a hoe, we gon’ get on your #ss
**** the other side, you gon’ get blicks for tryna mediate
I’m gon’ run this money up no matter what, y’all eat away
My bullets don discriminate, don’t play with Wop, I demonstrate
Don’t get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too
While you at it, free the man Young Foo and free my n#gg# Pooh
The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true
And try to pen some sh#t next to your name that you ain’t even do
**** the other side, that n#gg# be shot for tryna dublicate
Run up with the:？:
**** the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigating
Hit him in the head and he still survive but still a mental patient
I don’t even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated
sh#t so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin’
Feds investigatin’, but I made it, never gave a statement
AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric
Ain’t nobody say so, I tote Glock ’cause they don’t have a safety
I got killers strapped along the yacht, weed
And I’m rep DA until I’m aided, that’s the hood that made me
I done sold so many twenty babies, think I’m born in
They say that I do too much ’cause I got all these chains on me
n#gg#s don’t like when we in the club, ’cause they get rained on
We get on with n#gg#s, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring ’em all, I’m Mr. Get ‘Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I’m on the go switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn’t care ’bout sh#t, no cap, I set the tone
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