Austin Gibson - All Day (feat. $potty) Lyrics

Look
Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing
We ain't f*ckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day
They can never even see what I see
I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me
Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing
We ain't f*ckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day
They can never even see what I see
I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me
I just touched down like a running back
Soon as you fall back, they come running back
I'm either layin' with my shorty or I'm layin' tracks
And when it comes to this music shit, I never slack
So I gotta serve the fans like I'm serving crack
F*ck the cards that were dealt, this ain't blackjack
I be havin' flashbacks to back when I was a kid
Back when 50 was on fire, I was meant for this shit
Cause I would worship all they raps, posters up in the crib
Makin' burned CDs, never hittin' the skip
Fast forward years later, now I'm makin' the hits
I'm dreamin' bout that range
While I'm still drivin' my mama whip, like
Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing
We ain't f*ckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day
They can never even see what I see
I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me
Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing
We ain't f*ckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day
They can never even see what I see
I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me
You can have it all, but can't count it all
I'ma keep that shit a buck, check my overall
It's some people who be wishin' on your downfall
Knock me down and I'ma get it if I gotta crawl
You can count on me, spotty good with no degree
Ninety different angles, killin' haters, no apologies
F*ckin' up the game and then they blame it on the referee
I'ma take the ball, pull up shoot a Stephen Curry three
Cause I'm done with your bitch ass
Only on the wave cause you niggas talkin' riff-raff
Rollin' up some drick-drag, but I don't f*ck with zig-zags
Backwoods and HDs, make my food tasty
Big kid with big snacks, lil' problems, big backs
Why they wanna hate now? You deserve a face slap
Dab on a nigga when I'm flexin' on him
I was down, now I'm up and they disappointed
Momma told me you the one and you can't avoid it
Planted seeds on my own where the grass is water It's the mob now, we a squad now
And if you countin' on me, just know it's goin' down, yea
Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing
We ain't f*ckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day
They can never even see what I see
I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me