Styles P - All I Got Lyrics
(Intro)Yo I got…Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esYo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****es(Verse)I got a couple of niggas that’ll drop yo bodyRidin in Ferraris and MaseratisSweets in Dubai and Abu DabiCatch em at the juice bar guzzling bajiThey can chef it up like admiral AgaziA game when daddy can’t play them posseMartini and Rossi, asti spumanteYou doin the science, I’m a giant just like AndreTalk about washin the money like it was laundryProbably smoking a blunt, sippin upon a Don PNot all these whack rappers is beyond meAnd the fact they think they nice – that alarms meBut like alchemist I smoke calmlyThe army couldn’t harm meKill yourself before you ever think to bomb meYea boss of the boss, nigga Don P(Hook)Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyI got upmost respect everywhere I goYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esI got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo!Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyI get saluted by the people when I’m on my blockYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esI ain’t got it all but I’m good with all I got(Verse)I got some wild Albanians that come through the blockGet some slippers and a jumpsuit and lift off yo topAll maple on the shifterArmagnac up in the snifterCatch me in the 5 with the 6’erLeather vest with the patches all embroidedI tuck Jackie with the soy milkMad ginger before I rap, bunch of joints like a pack rackYou warm ***** and it’s time to take a cat napSmoke the catnip, fiends rip the plasticHookers getting played, no G ways playin domesticTook your business in the bath houseHilfiger has rock and stack houseThe crib look like Shaq houseUh, sharp foot like a John Bones Jones kidTime a hook chop, red bone inGrab yo *****, lay nuts on the whole chinOnly thing for me to do is go in(Hook)Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyI got upmost respect everywhere I goYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esI got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo!Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyI get saluted by the people when I’m on my blockYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esI ain’t got it all but I’m good with all I got(Verse)I got a couple of niggas that’ll smoke yo bootsRidin on a train, know they flew in the hoopProbably in the projects or most of the stoopsYou can see em in the juice bar pulp in the juiceMother*****ers will shoot like they playin for doopDeuces wild get the bricks, throw em off of the roofCrack pack and yo sneakers are bootsWith a gun on yo waistKeep it movin when police in pursuitI’m out here in the Jeep ball coupeAbout that lifeIf you ain’t, I ain’t speakin to youAbout that mic, SP a beast in the boothLike I’m indian, I’m the *****in chief in the boothKnow the difference between a sheep and a wolfTrade deuce dues duesYou don’t wanna talk shit to a bullGet yo higher than the first blunt, head in the poolIf your automatics are semi, get a full wuddup?(Hook)Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyI got upmost respect everywhere I goYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esI got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo!Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerablyI get saluted by the people when I’m on my blockYo I got slugs for snitches, no love for *****esI ain’t got it all but I’m good with all I got
