SlayProducts - All Out lyrics

Run and tell your friends All I know we's the sh** Think I'm ga**ing break fast, Weetabix Hungry days how I move scatty I don't need a pick Told my plug, do it like my ex and just key the whip (key that) Think I don't get pies, better shoot me f** how it looks I'm telling lies in that hooptie Rollie on my wrist for a flip, God knows If I ain't got it forget the side bag I don't gun pose Feel like, holla-tips, real life Tark-am bombaclart (????) Catch you in your cardigan, tryna party G Bad a (?) your b**h, leave you wet where your cardi be I should be with my son, where I hardly be Need sauce for the sauce cause there's hardly P I'm bout a pack, I ain't worried bout a new chain I coach girls while I buss, about they don't do train It's in the field, we're going all out I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat All them n***as should know It's in the field, we're going all out I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat All them n***as should know, ICB My Y got the place wild Come through, glossy like slate tiles Me, Papi, Keyz bagging up, we gonna take a while Who can rap up quick, battle wraps, we call it 8 mile Where'd you get them grillz, fake smile You ain't styling on me, I'm J Styles Mummy ain't seen me in while, I ain't the same child Cah I'm quay out of m-way 88 miles You soon see us pop up at a show I'm fully bout my dough I got copper for my foes Slim n***a but my pocket fat, proposition Joe Can't bring you home you f**ing with the opposition hoe Dsquared head to toe, imma f** her in my flip flops I got dreams that will take me higher than them cliff-tops (we're going all out) word to my big (?) It's in the field, we're going all out I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat All them n***as should know It's in the field, we're going all out I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat All them n***as should know, ICB Just start, don't panic Coulda matic coulda ratchet Watch the p**y do the backflip When I open up my jacket Get it jumping like a mattress Man I'll light him like a match stick Three times that's a hat-trick Started off just like a match kick In the field my n***as rapping Man i'll clap him this ain't clapham Man a tory man is active Catch him slipping in the traffic Man i'll aim the cadabra Disappear him like its magic Imma treat him like a clown Shoot that p**y thru a cannon Hold up my n***as,these n***as be getting comfy Comfy my n***as,these n***as be getting holed up Roll up with something these n***as be moving jump Swerve on these n***as, 360 I do a doughnut Headshot, Dome f** Belly shot, Throw up Three more, load up