Tslick - All Night Lyrics

TSLICK the man, Big Jefe, alright
Pop my shit cause I can, alright
Feeling yo bitch, gone fuq her
Middle fingers ain't feeling no suckas
Black coupe, new suit, Chris Tucker
In Atlanta, I'm stepping in butters
With my niggas and all of them brothers
Outta town bitch we ride with them cutt'em
Get to the money, hustle
Stack up the money, duffle
Chocolate lil bitch, truffle
I do my lil thing, mind ya business already
Yt bitch, she red, she Carri
My bitch she gone run up a bag Shacarri
She put in my hand the bag secure it
I got the Glocks and chops, when I pull the trigger believe me somebody gone hear it
If you thinking you hot, you not
Planning to get me, ah ha, you shot Bitch if I said it I meant it ,if they shot at u I sent it
Don't give no damn hope dat pistol dont jam, kuz lil bro tryna butter yo biscuit
You'd wanna take dat shit there cause we ain't playing fair
They'll lay in da bushes wit da crickets
Throw some piss yo grave, hope it stream to yo ears, hope you that finally listen
Imma pay ya lil rent, fuq on ya bitch, play with all of ya chillin
Good money, heated floors, high ceilings
In the coupe got God for a ceiling
I'm blessed, living good what a feeling
Imma Walk on this bitch like nigga from Memphis nigga