
It’s It ALLBLACK & Cash Kidd
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[Intro]
(DTB, that's a slap)
[Chorus: ALLBLACK]
Woke up, put on Lost, hit the door
Check the score, I'm plaqued up, 1 and 0
Jimmy Kimmel Live, acapella, west coast
She ain't say Cash App or Zelle, I gotta go
Hands updated, I jailbroke 'em, 12 and 0
Nutted, she kept suckin', ooh, girl, I love you so
I'm Mr. BLACK Supreme, I'm Mr. Break A Ho
Twitter know you tough, not me, drop the lo'
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Dreads shakin', go, tell me when to go
Who I wanna fuck today? Eeny, miny, moe
Last name ain't Jackson, but I'm finna round like Bo
R.I.P. Drakeo, long live Mr. Get Dough
Nike Tech, Moose Knuckles, that's it, that's the 'fit
Brainstormin' with the YOTT, we need a lick
It's it, I been it, I could up dog shit
We can go bar for bar or we can race for pink slips
We can flip a coin, shoot dice, beer pong for chips
I can eat a Percocet and deep stroke, dog a bitch
I got that— forgot what they keep callin' it
I'ma ball with the ones I was just fallin' with
Play possum with these niggas, make 'em feel like they won
Soon as they turn around, I'ma give them twenty-one
Superhero turned villain, I'm the rawest out the dubs
You gon' be boxin' hollow tips if you think we throwin' ones
(DTB, that's a slap)
[Chorus: ALLBLACK]
Woke up, put on Lost, hit the door
Check the score, I'm plaqued up, 1 and 0
Jimmy Kimmel Live, acapella, west coast
She ain't say Cash App or Zelle, I gotta go
Hands updated, I jailbroke 'em, 12 and 0
Nutted, she kept suckin', ooh, girl, I love you so
I'm Mr. BLACK Supreme, I'm Mr. Break A Ho
Twitter know you tough, not me, drop the lo'
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Dreads shakin', go, tell me when to go
Who I wanna fuck today? Eeny, miny, moe
Last name ain't Jackson, but I'm finna round like Bo
R.I.P. Drakeo, long live Mr. Get Dough
Nike Tech, Moose Knuckles, that's it, that's the 'fit
Brainstormin' with the YOTT, we need a lick
It's it, I been it, I could up dog shit
We can go bar for bar or we can race for pink slips
We can flip a coin, shoot dice, beer pong for chips
I can eat a Percocet and deep stroke, dog a bitch
I got that— forgot what they keep callin' it
I'ma ball with the ones I was just fallin' with
Play possum with these niggas, make 'em feel like they won
Soon as they turn around, I'ma give them twenty-one
Superhero turned villain, I'm the rawest out the dubs
You gon' be boxin' hollow tips if you think we throwin' ones
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