All Dz Chainz (feat. Lil Baby)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Dominique Jones/Juke Wong/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass
[00:00.196] 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Juke Wong/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass
[00:00.393][Intro]
[00:00.659]Wheezy out of here
[00:03.063][Chorus: Lil Baby]
[00:03.311]They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
[00:05.966]Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
[00:08.651]We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
[00:11.577]The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
[00:14.504]How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
[00:17.418]I move like a ghost, I'm on the go [?] switch the phone
[00:20.379]I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
[00:23.281][Verse 1: Lil Baby]
[00:23.556]You the type to flex for hoеs, I'm the type turn up the bros
[00:26.208]I won't givе a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
[00:29.143]Knowin' bro he ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
[00:31.803]So deep off in the street, I signed my life away, then sellin' [?]
[00:34.453]Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
[00:37.646]Count addict', she just missin' the lil', so I touch up her ass
[00:40.576]They just spin, I tell 'em "I spin again, and bro don't leave your mask"
[00:43.517]If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a hoe, we gon' get on your ass
[00:46.693]**** the other side, you gon' get blicks for tryna mediate
[00:49.357]I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, y'all eat away
[00:52.263][Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
[00:52.536]My bullets don discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate
[00:55.210]Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
[00:58.142]R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too
[01:01.054]While you at it, free the man Young Foo and free my nigga Pooh
[01:03.986]The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true
[01:06.898]And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do
[01:09.826]**** the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna dublicate
[01:13.746]Run up with the（？）
[01:15.605]**** the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigating
[01:18.556]Hit him in the head and he still survive but still a mental patient
[01:21.209]I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated
[01:24.395]Shit so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin'
[01:27.310]Feds investigatin', but I made it, never gave a statement
[01:30.230]AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric
[01:33.166]Ain't nobody say so, I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety
[01:35.826]I got killers strapped along the yacht, weed [?]
[01:39.036]And I'm rep DA until I'm aided, that's the hood that made me
[01:41.972]I done sold so many twenty babies, think I'm born in [gravy?]
[01:44.630][Chorus: Lil Baby]
[01:45.149]They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
[01:47.566]Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
[01:50.492]We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
[01:53.150]The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
[01:56.329]How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
[01:59.241]I move like a ghost, I'm on the go [?] switch the phone
[02:02.430]I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
[00:00.196] 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Juke Wong/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass
[00:00.393][Intro]
[00:00.659]Wheezy out of here
[00:03.063][Chorus: Lil Baby]
[00:03.311]They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
[00:05.966]Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
[00:08.651]We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
[00:11.577]The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
[00:14.504]How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
[00:17.418]I move like a ghost, I'm on the go [?] switch the phone
[00:20.379]I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
[00:23.281][Verse 1: Lil Baby]
[00:23.556]You the type to flex for hoеs, I'm the type turn up the bros
[00:26.208]I won't givе a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
[00:29.143]Knowin' bro he ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
[00:31.803]So deep off in the street, I signed my life away, then sellin' [?]
[00:34.453]Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
[00:37.646]Count addict', she just missin' the lil', so I touch up her ass
[00:40.576]They just spin, I tell 'em "I spin again, and bro don't leave your mask"
[00:43.517]If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a hoe, we gon' get on your ass
[00:46.693]**** the other side, you gon' get blicks for tryna mediate
[00:49.357]I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, y'all eat away
[00:52.263][Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
[00:52.536]My bullets don discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate
[00:55.210]Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
[00:58.142]R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too
[01:01.054]While you at it, free the man Young Foo and free my nigga Pooh
[01:03.986]The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true
[01:06.898]And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do
[01:09.826]**** the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna dublicate
[01:13.746]Run up with the（？）
[01:15.605]**** the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigating
[01:18.556]Hit him in the head and he still survive but still a mental patient
[01:21.209]I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated
[01:24.395]Shit so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin'
[01:27.310]Feds investigatin', but I made it, never gave a statement
[01:30.230]AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric
[01:33.166]Ain't nobody say so, I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety
[01:35.826]I got killers strapped along the yacht, weed [?]
[01:39.036]And I'm rep DA until I'm aided, that's the hood that made me
[01:41.972]I done sold so many twenty babies, think I'm born in [gravy?]
[01:44.630][Chorus: Lil Baby]
[01:45.149]They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
[01:47.566]Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
[01:50.492]We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
[01:53.150]The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
[01:56.329]How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
[01:59.241]I move like a ghost, I'm on the go [?] switch the phone
[02:02.430]I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
作词 : Dominique Jones/Juke Wong/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass
作曲 : Dominique Jones/Juke Wong/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass
Wheezy out of here
They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
You the type to flex for hoеs, I'm the type turn up the bros
I won't givе a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
Knowin' bro he ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
So deep off in the street, I signed my life away, then sellin'
Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
Count addict', she just missin' the lil', so I touch up her ass
They just spin, I tell 'em "I spin again, and bro don't leave your mask"
If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a hoe, we gon' get on your ass
**** the other side, you gon' get blicks for tryna mediate
I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, y'all eat away
My bullets don discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate
Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too
While you at it, free the man Young Foo and free my nigga Pooh
The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true
And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do
**** the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna dublicate
Run up with the（？）
**** the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigating
Hit him in the head and he still survive but still a mental patient
I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated
Shit so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin'
Feds investigatin', but I made it, never gave a statement
AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric
Ain't nobody say so, I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety
I got killers strapped along the yacht, weed
And I'm rep DA until I'm aided, that's the hood that made me
I done sold so many twenty babies, think I'm born in
They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
作曲 : Dominique Jones/Juke Wong/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass
Wheezy out of here
They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
You the type to flex for hoеs, I'm the type turn up the bros
I won't givе a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
Knowin' bro he ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
So deep off in the street, I signed my life away, then sellin'
Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
Count addict', she just missin' the lil', so I touch up her ass
They just spin, I tell 'em "I spin again, and bro don't leave your mask"
If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a hoe, we gon' get on your ass
**** the other side, you gon' get blicks for tryna mediate
I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, y'all eat away
My bullets don discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate
Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too
While you at it, free the man Young Foo and free my nigga Pooh
The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true
And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do
**** the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna dublicate
Run up with the（？）
**** the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigating
Hit him in the head and he still survive but still a mental patient
I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated
Shit so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin'
Feds investigatin', but I made it, never gave a statement
AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric
Ain't nobody say so, I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety
I got killers strapped along the yacht, weed
And I'm rep DA until I'm aided, that's the hood that made me
I done sold so many twenty babies, think I'm born in
They say that I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
