Snapparachii - All in Freestyle Lyrics

Yea
Paper paper paper going all in
Been a money chaser since a small kid
Poker face these bitches got em splashin like a dolphin
Never show my hand to my ops again

Outchea in Atlanta bitches love me cause I talk different
Fucc em at the Westin watch em leave now they walk different
Spit some bull in they ear get to my loft quiccer
Let me Score and I don't see no future that is off pippen

I want attention when I pull up to the lot
All this sauce that I been drippin they open Pandoras box
Show u bitches what i got, spoil myself I work a lot
Plus it's still my training day so it bad what I cop

I'm tryina sell out arenas I started in gyms
Now these lezzys want some action so they slide in my dms
Aint no problem hulk smashing I'm on green I'm on green see em
Never had a movie roll but I'm was into them fems

Now I'm the one that the hoes chose
Breaddin is my mojo couple frats with me
You know we take a slow stroll
D-boy sold some purple put that money to some old gold
Investments on Pinocchio now I be watching nose grow

I want a phantom with custom doors doin Robin Williams
Exterior too light skinned but theinside is a cream feelin
They say my thoughts are too revealing, got jealous cause a nicca winnin
Start panicking got a lil weezy cause my potential got no ceiling

I I I I, I I I I
I see the top, I have arrived

If it ain't bout the bag then you shouldn't speak
I be goin All in with the set we play for keeps
Homie still hiding dope underneath them leather seats
The bitches say they Cherokee I tell that I sponsor jeep

Swear you niccas be leaching, talking bout coins they don't be receiving
Got a cup of brown pour a little out for my dead niccas Im grieving
Got no love for u heathens, in a fast life I'm speedin
What y'all set as career goal is my last week achievements

Hold up

Now this shit is sad cause I'm about a bag
Done level up you understand if you gettin cash
Palms itchin hands got the money rash
Got a scholar giving head to the undergrad

Then I fucc her like im tryina win a trophy
On a private jet I smashed, obi one kenobi crashed
These bitches high
Minus blunt blowin, ya time ticcin plus it's cheap and I don't front rollies

I'm on my job catch me hoolin with the mob
Soakin up that alcohol you can get a cotton swab
Bitches posing for the gram they catch us goin live
Hopin out them killer doors we the suicide squad uh

I'm John shaft hoes know ima bad man
I pops up then whips pussy now she goin to get her cat scanned
Don't shed tears like snake skin this all started with a lap dance
I slide down with ice on me this shit feelin an avalanche uhh