Fat Nick - All Over Me lyrics

[Hook] Dopers up, we up now Banded up straight jugs now Trap the trap, we good now f** these hoes they wanna f** now They wanna love me now They wanna f** me now They wanna watch me now They wanna, wanna love me now [2x] [Verse 1] Bring me the whole pint I'm sip with Sprite Creep in the night and my pistol hold tight Dark gang vision if you run up on sight Muddy buddy soda I'll never sip light I'm never going broke I'll never sold a [?] Playing with my numbers and I need [?] I love to f** these hoes just to tell 'em [?] Holding work, no clerk, how the f** you kick though If he really want it then he come and then he get it Got two four-fours and they bless him any minute Whole pint of lean 'bout to drink it till my finished 'Bout to go see Satan triple-six got me living Gang been blowing up, document hold up Brand new foreign man go ahead and start it up I don't f** your money come and never tried to blow up All these f**ing hoes man, yeah I'm 'bout to glo one Never loved the one man, now I love the hoe Squad and guap man, yeah they coming first No f** with Nick but they [?] with Fat Nick Record label want me go and tell 'em s** a dick Got a four in a liter 'bout to drink it till I'm T'd up Stupid a** b**h rest in piss with your feet up Goofy a** clique and I know you ain't sh** Rap about guns but your clips go *click* Hi-tech running low, got to get it how I know Never been tuck bucked if I gotta f**ing blow Two hoes deep throat and I'm busting on 'go' Buffet Boys b**h, yeah we 'bout to f**ing blow I know you talk sh**, triple-six got me lit Your b**h [?] b**h you've been having [?] Lean in my system but my cup is super rich If you want it, then you get it, we gon' get it real lit [Hook] Dopers up, we up now Banded up straight jugs now Trap the trap we good now f** these hoes they wanna f** now They wanna love me now They wanna f** me now They wanna watch me now They wanna, wanna love me now [2x] [Verse 2] [Fifty-seven?] running call the plug and he coming [?] now she saying that she [?] Shooters in the back, and you notice that he drumming 'Bout to call my father, triple-six night summon Thumbing through a band now, Buffet all wet now Hit 'em while I hit 'em, now I'm leaking though a check wow Found out leader make a [?] of the teacher Hunnit band jug I need me the heater [?] when I spray it then he runnin' p**y a** lil boy better know he 'bout nothing' Not fronting, when I'm dumpin' Hollow tips gon' bring me somethin' No tacking, no nothing, every pistol keep bustin' Bucket in the function no, never ever bluffin' Mosh pits at our shows and our fans get to shovin' Can't love a hoe no, never ever cuffin' [?] now she thinking that we somethin' Running through a check hunnit grams in my chest b**h drop neck, I was still unimpressed Hard on her chest make her heart drop wet p**y real mean, gotta take her to the vet Burners all turnt up, thottie all worked up Run up in this sh**, p**y boy get choked out Pints of Hi-tech [?] been glo'd up Tell her bust it open [?] the ground from the floor up [?] white b**h got her [?] on dick Never been tuck bucked on the side of my hip Lean dripping from my lip in the [?] f** a b**h then we flip on that a** [?] Hi-tech [?] Globo gang ego trip f** school, eat dick, burn blunts, ash clips Somebody's a**, round trip He don't want it, I'll [?] For these hoes ain't sh** We gon' [?] get lit [Hook] Dopers up we up now Banded up straight jugs now Trap the trap we good now f** these hoes they wanna f** now They wanna love me now They wanna f** me now They wanna watch me now They wanna, wanna love me now [2x]