All Gone RXKNephew & Harry Fraud (Ft. Z Money)

[Intro: Z Money]
Ayy, he want two-, he want two-hunnid
You ain't got none? Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, call [?]
[?]
Man, get the fuck up, man
Man, nobody got no, nobody got nothing?
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus: Z Money]
We're all gone, we're all gone
We're all gone, we're all gone
We're all gone, we're all gone
Call my phone

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
A whole six years I thought about that grind
Staring at the sun, I'm thinking 'bout my shine
Get too caught up in that mix, I might go blind
I thought she loved me, shit, I thought that shit the whole time
I love the city, I don't wanna leave
If shit really don't work out, how that boy gon' eat?
A plate of coke with a fork, bon appétit
I need a hunnid thousand, nigga, go ahead with that P
They say the streets don't love you when it's cold out
How the hell you gon' eat? Ain't got your bowl out
I'm throwing 4's down, Aunty going 'round
She got that nose stuffed up, I know what's going down
I can hear him calling, I know my time coming
I'm just tryna stall it, I still been balling
I ain't tryna hit that store no more, I'ma order
I don't wanna see that bitch, I wanna see my daughter