Young Chop - Have It All lyrics

[Hook 1: $wagg & Lil JoJo ] If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all Yeah b**h we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved you can have it all It ain't sh** to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all Bust some shots at an opp, watch his body fall Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all If you holdin' hit yo' pockets, b**h, I need it all [Verse 1: $wagg] Off the top how I do this sh**, I know a lot of n***as hatin' To me that sh** all good, cause that's how we gon' get paid I'm a beast up in these Trues, Who the f** is you? My n***as holdin' tools, Bob The Builder on these dudes Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up Pa** 'em to my b**h, and she know what's up She bad as f** and she drillin' quick Pa** her to my mans, and I bet he hit All my n***as reckless, tatted like some esses Liquor in my cup, speedin' no express way See the high way, yeah that's my way Leave 'em dead In the drive way Edai you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same Told her I ain't no psychiatrist, bu-but I want that brain [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil JoJo] My n***as official, boy they bound to k** Catch an opp, he gettin popped just like a pill My n***as bout that life, so we keep the steel It ain't no game in the field, boy this sh** is real n***as snakes so you better watch who you trust Same n***a you kick it with, same n***a will get you f**ed up But I ain't with that tricky sh**, Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah that sticky sh** I got a bad b**h, pretty face, she thick as sh** Took her to the crib and gave her a** that dope dick She say JoJo eat me, I say no b**h, What the f** is wrong with you? You a thot b**h [Hook 2: $wagg & Lil Mister ] If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all It's Montana, boy, I got the 40 by my drawers If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all I'm in the field this sh** for real, boy we don't play at all Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all Say hello, say hello to my lil' friend, bang! Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all Sending shots, sending shots, but we don't play at all [Verse 3: Lil Mister] b**h it's montana, I'm finna leave 'em all I got bandz all in my pockets, finna spend it all I'm with some thots, they finna bop, we finna smash 'em all Cashin' out on you thurns, finna hit the mall Young Chop on the beat, now these f** boys look really lost I'm in my zone off the smoke, finna spazz on y'all I'm dreaded up, I got some ink I'm finna shift on y'all Never lackin', b**h we packin' gas on y'all I'm goin' crazy in the booth, dawg My n***as hard body, we don't play at all We drillin' hard, but we don't f** around I f**ed your b**h, and then she knocked me down [Hook 3: $wagg & P.Rico] If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all Shawty droppin' drawers like she used the stall If it's Commas that's Involved you can have it all Yea we got that bag so we love to ball Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all Chopper make noise, then these n***as fall Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all Team No Lackin', 30 hit 'em all [Verse 4: P.Rico] Every f**in' day boy we hit the mall Yea I'm with my n***as, and my n***as dogs We fall out, we pa** out the way we ball Shawty doing dicks, she ain't got no walls Coolin' on the block and my n***as buss Steady smokin' loud, smellin' like a skunk Steady rollin' loud and them Swisher blunts Yo' b**h, man she a chewer, she gon' chew me up If we see an opp, then he better duck And if I ain't got it, then he getting stomped And then we hit the gas while he in the trunk Team No Lackin', you get fired up