All Dz Chainz (feat. Lil Baby)

Wheezy outta here Chorus: Lil Baby Bitch sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on Niggas don't like when we in the club 'cause they get rained on We get up with niggas, we turn disses into pain song The feds pick up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home How many you got Just bring 'em all, I'm Mister Get 'Em Gone I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks, I switch the phone I walk in the club but I run shit, no cap, I set the tone Verse 1: Lil Baby You the type to flex for hoes, I'm the typе turn up the bros I wouldn't give a damn they offеred life, you better not break the code Knowin' bruh ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose So deep off in the street, I signed my life away to sellin' 'bows New Ferrari cost nine hundred bands, you know I pay it cash Kind of thick, she just missin' a lil', so I touch up her ass They just spin, I tell 'em Spin again, and bro, don't leave your mask If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a ho, we gon' get on your ass Fuck the other side, you gon' get blitzed for tryna mediate I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, yeah, eat away Yeah Verse 2: Gucci Mane My bullets don't discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate Wop Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too Thug While you at it, free the Mayor Foo and free my nigga Pooh Pooh The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true Huh And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do Well, damn Fuck the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna duplicate Bah, baow Ran off with the swag like they forgot where it originated Huh Fuck the trolls, the blogs, the hoes, and yes-men who be instigating Fuck 'em Hit him in the head and he survived, but still a mental patient Ayy I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated Huh Shit's so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin' Wow Feds investigated, but I made it, never gave a statement Nah AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric Never Ain't nobody safe, so I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety Huh I got killers strapped all on the yacht, we the So Icy Navy Icy Navy And I'ma rep EA until I'm eighty, that's the hood that made me I done sold so many tuna babies, think I'm born in Grady It's Gucci Chorus: Lil Baby Bitch sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on Niggas don't like when we in the club 'cause they get rained on We get up with niggas, we turn disses into pain song The feds pick up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home How many you got Just bring 'em all, I'm Mister Get 'Em Gone I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks, I switch the phone I walk in club but I run shit, no cap, I set the tone