Lyrics to All I Know
(feat. Cap Dre)
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die [repeat]
Eating on some chips
Smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in the front
All I know is smoke weed, run steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money and gang bang with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hands, guns, and choppas
Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
Never again will I let a fuck try me
45 on my hip, gone check em if they try me
Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards
From eastside to riverdale fake wheels thunder bells
That's gone keep my pockets swell
Hell yeah I rob and steal
Gucci he gone post da bail
Hand on my d*ck like f**k jail
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die
For my click I'm a ride or die
Eating on some chips
Plus I'm smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in da front
Now I'm grabbin on my pistol
And I'm running with da blunt
They think a nigga scared
I ain't no muf***king chump
All I know is smoke weed, run, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hand, guns and choppas
Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die [repeat]
Eating on some chips
Smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in the front
All I know is smoke weed, run steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money and gang bang with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hands, guns, and choppas
Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
Never again will I let a fuck try me
45 on my hip, gone check em if they try me
Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards
From eastside to riverdale fake wheels thunder bells
That's gone keep my pockets swell
Hell yeah I rob and steal
Gucci he gone post da bail
Hand on my d*ck like f**k jail
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die
For my click I'm a ride or die
Eating on some chips
Plus I'm smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in da front
Now I'm grabbin on my pistol
And I'm running with da blunt
They think a nigga scared
I ain't no muf***king chump
All I know is smoke weed, run, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hand, guns and choppas
Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
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