All Out by Ice City Boys Lyrics
Run and tell your friends
All I know we's the shit
Think I'm gassing break fast, Weetabix
Hungry days how I move scatty I don't need a pick
Told my plug, do it like my ex and just key the whip (key that)
Think I don't get pies, better shoot me
Fuck how it looks I'm telling lies in that hooptie
Rollie on my wrist for a flip, God knows
If I ain't got it forget the side bag I don't gun pose
Feel like, holla-tips, real life
Tark-am bombaclart (????)
Catch you in your cardigan, tryna party G
Bad a (?) your bitch, leave you wet where your cardi be
I should be with my son, where I hardly be
Need sauce for the sauce cause there's hardly P
I'm bout a pack, I ain't worried bout a new chain
I coach girls while I buss, about they don't do train
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know, ICB
My Y got the place wild
Come through, glossy like slate tiles
Me, Papi, Keyz bagging up, we gonna take a while
Who can rap up quick, battle wraps, we call it 8 mile
Where'd you get them grillz, fake smile
You ain't styling on me, I'm J Styles
Mummy ain't seen me in while, I ain't the same child
Cah I'm quay out of m-way 88 miles
You soon see us pop up at a show
I'm fully bout my dough I got copper for my foes
Slim nigga but my pocket fat, proposition Joe
Can't bring you home you fucking with the opposition hoe
Dsquared head to toe, imma fuck her in my flip flops
I got dreams that will take me higher than them cliff-tops
(we're going all out) word to my big (?)
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know, ICB
Just start, don't panic
Coulda matic coulda ratchet
Watch the pussy do the backflip
When I open up my jacket
Get it jumping like a mattress
Man I'll light him like a match stick
Three times that's a hat-trick
Started off just like a match kick
In the field my niggas rapping
Man i'll clap him this ain't clapham
Man a tory man is active
Catch him slipping in the traffic
Man i'll aim the cadabra
Disappear him like its magic
Imma treat him like a clown
Shoot that pussy thru a cannon
Hold up my niggas,these niggas be getting comfy
Comfy my niggas,these niggas be getting holed up
Roll up with something these niggas be moving jump
Swerve on these niggas, 360 I do a doughnut
Headshot, Dome fuck
Belly shot, Throw up
Three more, load up
All I know we's the shit
Think I'm gassing break fast, Weetabix
Hungry days how I move scatty I don't need a pick
Told my plug, do it like my ex and just key the whip (key that)
Think I don't get pies, better shoot me
Fuck how it looks I'm telling lies in that hooptie
Rollie on my wrist for a flip, God knows
If I ain't got it forget the side bag I don't gun pose
Feel like, holla-tips, real life
Tark-am bombaclart (????)
Catch you in your cardigan, tryna party G
Bad a (?) your bitch, leave you wet where your cardi be
I should be with my son, where I hardly be
Need sauce for the sauce cause there's hardly P
I'm bout a pack, I ain't worried bout a new chain
I coach girls while I buss, about they don't do train
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know, ICB
My Y got the place wild
Come through, glossy like slate tiles
Me, Papi, Keyz bagging up, we gonna take a while
Who can rap up quick, battle wraps, we call it 8 mile
Where'd you get them grillz, fake smile
You ain't styling on me, I'm J Styles
Mummy ain't seen me in while, I ain't the same child
Cah I'm quay out of m-way 88 miles
You soon see us pop up at a show
I'm fully bout my dough I got copper for my foes
Slim nigga but my pocket fat, proposition Joe
Can't bring you home you fucking with the opposition hoe
Dsquared head to toe, imma fuck her in my flip flops
I got dreams that will take me higher than them cliff-tops
(we're going all out) word to my big (?)
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what niggas talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them niggas should know, ICB
Just start, don't panic
Coulda matic coulda ratchet
Watch the pussy do the backflip
When I open up my jacket
Get it jumping like a mattress
Man I'll light him like a match stick
Three times that's a hat-trick
Started off just like a match kick
In the field my niggas rapping
Man i'll clap him this ain't clapham
Man a tory man is active
Catch him slipping in the traffic
Man i'll aim the cadabra
Disappear him like its magic
Imma treat him like a clown
Shoot that pussy thru a cannon
Hold up my niggas,these niggas be getting comfy
Comfy my niggas,these niggas be getting holed up
Roll up with something these niggas be moving jump
Swerve on these niggas, 360 I do a doughnut
Headshot, Dome fuck
Belly shot, Throw up
Three more, load up