Lyrics All Night (ONG) - Kvng Russ

Wish I knew it'd be all right when my dog strike
Press the gas and slide all night yeah all night
He a snake with a small bite
But me I swear I'm backin it up
30 Poking out the jeans I'm thinking bout rackin it up
On God
She thick and fine ain't wrapping it up
On god
Can't see where he headed they be cappin it up
Facade
Ride me like a ship then she packin it up
She put my wood up in her hand she like you trappin or what
Oh ahhh

Got shooters in the back and the front ou ahh
Call me bougie I ain't passin the blunt ou ahh
Feel like a broke nigga I ain't havin it but I'm havin it
Anything I do 'gon catch your eye 'cuz it's extravagant
If you love me like you really say my name you tattin it
How I get this hard at rappin I barely even practice it
Swear it's a reason where I'm at it ain't no accident
Turn my opp into a pack and yeah nigga I'm taxin it

Wish I knew it'd be all right when my dog strike
Press the gas and slide all night yeah all night
He a snake with a small bite
But me I swear I'm backin it up
30 Poking out the jeans I'm thinking bout rackin it up
On God
She thick and fine ain't wrapping it up
On god
Can't see where he headed they be cappin it up
Facade
Ride me like a ship then she packin it up
She put my wood up in her hand she like you trappin or what
Oh ahhh

She like you trappin or what
My niggas ask for sum and it's happily done
And nah you might not see it but I'm packing my gun
Let a nigga try it and he after the sun
Then he after the sun
This 30 ain't got time to play had to rewind 'em
I got a nigga who spit bars behind 'em
Disappeared after the tape had to remind 'em
Ouu ahh
Kept telling lies and we caught on that's why you left right
He tried to cross me up it sum like a left right
I smoke that gas that shit that make your fuckin chest tight
Count up 100 and we finna have the best night
With his bitch
That nigga think I'm fuckin up his home but I'm just renovating
And this hoe really a fool on it
That's why I'm hella patient
Just when you thought I was cool on It
This glockie escalating

Wish I knew it'd be all right when my dog strike
Press the gas and slide all night yeah all night
He a snake with a small bite
But me I swear I'm backin it up
30 poking out the jeans I'm thinking bout rackin it up
On God
She thick and fine ain't wrapping it up
On god
Can't see where he headed they b cappin it up
Facade
Ride me like a ship then she packin it up
She put my wood up in her hand she like you trappin or what
Oh ahhh