Cherele - STAMPEDE lyrics

[Hook: All] All my n***as gettin' f**ed up All my b**hes gettin' real ratchet All my n***as gettin' f**ed up All my b**hes gettin' real ratchet All my n***as gettin' f**ed up All my b**hes gettin' real ratchet All My n***as gettin' f**ed up f**ed up, f**ed up [Verse 1: Mouf] Showtime, I'm finna go ape All my b**hes better show face I'm on that k**ah with 14 n***as With a bird on my arm; they call me Ghostface They ga**ed this party up all day So the next four hours is no break With a car full of b**hes, thats all tryna get it Better move this couch, I need mo' space Your brand new ho is my old date Before you kiss her use Colgate She bend over, I swing the wood You would've never thought we was good at Croquet I f** her on liquor, man I hope I don't throw up Sex on the rocks - damn, thats a cold cut (Goddamn it Jae, when you finna grow up?) Man that was out the window when I showed up [Verse 2: Cherele] f** that noise, I'm po'd up OG Ron C, I'm slowed up Hanging on to the wall like a poster Bang-Bang, oh, fresh out the holster Mobbin' at your crib like your parents, ho No 5-0 yet? that's a miracle Could you ask yo dude why he starin' for? Know he sees this crown, I'm imperial Elephants are all on my logos And middle fingers all in my photos Purple haze rollin' up these o-zones Name one track I wasn't cold on Did ya notice I'm like too lit? Think I spoke to God after 2 hits Just popped champagne on a white chick For the right spliff Take slight risks [Hook] [Verse 3: André DeSaint] Met a bad b**h named Holly Yeah I'm tryna give her that wood And her tongue full of that Molly Everybody on that good Oh you a fan? Well then Word Up! I got a whole night we can burn up You know how many women I turn down? You ain't got no choice but to turn up Damn these n***as sound b**h made Your rhymes are very Tyler Perry I ain't tryna sleep till I get paid I'm up all night till my eyes are cherry Cups in the air like true It ain't just me I came with a crew I'm tryna leave with you, you, and you You and you; What I gotta do? [Verse 4: Ellz] You don't got a clue but I bet I'm on the Yak bruh bruh Four things and a bottle roast weed and I'm auto- Pilot; violet kush bleed in impalas All my G's Gullah Gullah Island for the mullah Motherf** 'em cold blooded Real n***a roll a onion Got kush, 2 cups, and b**hes in abundance My n***as not to f** with Got my hand on a bottle and some purp in my cup b**h Now that match my weed kissin pink b**hes drink; piffin stink All eyes on me, Pac in this b**h Locked in this b**h Throw some Ciroc in this b**h My people, my people, blow down roll up that diesel One time tonight we live one life; get blasted then we redo [Hook]