Текст песни All We Know - Stak

My youngstas doin kickflips but my OG's used to flip kicks
Me? I was sniffin til the drip hit
Playin with my new gun, tryna see if the clip fit
Nah son, lips zipped, ain't with the snitch shit
Drought season, the game froze on some glitch shit
Through the game I rose to the top like a big fish
Big Dogg, man I swear y'all on some bitch shit
Big fog, rollin woods, tryna make a zip fit
Broke fools still at they mama house throwin bitch fits
My bitch tryna find a bra that'll let her tits fit
She thick as fuck plus she got that drip drip
And she love to lick my nuts while she deep throat this big dick
Real shit, always hustled so i never had to steal shit
Never bipped, broke they windows only when they owed shit
Know shit before you ever say shit
I live to make that weight flip, stayin on this Bay shit

I been ridin with my windows down
Counting money on the floor
And yo they wanna see us down
But gettin rich is all we know
Yeah boy we out to run the town
But keep that on the low
Just hit me when you need them pounds
They 1200 out the door

I been ridin with my heater cocked
Under the seat, right on the floor
And boy they wanna see us off
But we always getting more
OG sittin on a hundred count
And they all for the low
If you suckas tryna run us out
Punk bitch, bruh I'm shooting right through the door

I'm shooting right through the door
Twenty-two rounds and some more

I'm shooting right through the gate
Through the town I see the eyes, I can feel the hate
I ain't surprised man, I know they want what's on my plate
I see em reaching for it but I ain't even ate
Yeah, it's barely cooked
Fuck slapped away, whole hands getting took
I feel sick thinking of all the hands I shook
Scheming on the checkmate, they only got the rook
I'm on top mane cuz I ball by the book
On the block posted up, I still got the hook
Up shot, hit him with the no look
Pass, all we do is ship packs and blow cooks
Plus we gettin paper out the phone book
Feds hit the store fuck around and get your home took
A case ain't nothing to us we been crooks
You ain't took no trips with weight, you been shook!

I been ridin with my windows down
Counting money on the floor
And yo they wanna see us down
But getting rich is all we know
Yeah boy we out to run the town
But keep that on the low
Just hit me when you need them pounds
They 1200 out the door

I been ridin with my heater cocked
Under the seat right on the floor
And boy they wanna see us off
But we always getting more
OG sittin on a hundred count
And they all for the low
If you suckas tryna run us out
Punk bitch, bruh I'm shooting right through the door

I'm shooting right through the door
Twenty-two rounds and some more