Yeah   Serious now   Serious      All my niggas   ONE TWO   Line up and   COME THROUGH   I got shit for all of you to wild out and   DUMB TO   Back and bust your gun too   Nowhere to run to   This shit is the jerk   So run your jewels and your ones too   All my bitches   WHAT WHAT   I like your whole strut   Bounce and hold your ass out   Make it open and close shut   Watch me bust a whole nut   Right over your whole butt   Slice you down with the dick   Just like you was a cold cut   OH FUCK   Now watch me dig all in your whole gut   Stuff it like a roast duck   Fucking packing a toast   WHAT WHAT   What about you slapping the shit up out ya   Flipmode   We them niggas   And I'ma always shout ya   See how we high rollers   Smoking till we high zoning   Niggas on the corner   Clutter the streets in the nights roaming   Now see how we got you open   My niggas hold your post   Bitches if your riding with me   Let's see who rocks the most      [Chorus:]   All my niggas (What what)   We coming through (What what)   Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)   Back and bust your gun too   Nowhere to run to   Black out in the truck   Until there's no club to come to   All my bitches (What what)   We coming through (What what)   Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)   Bounce and shake your ass out   Break fool and black out   Hit you with some shit   That will make all y'all just pass out      Know I keep that hot shit   Fuck up your block shit   Have y'all niggas stupid   On some straight cock your glock shit   Everytime we drop shit   There's no way to stop shit   Bust y'all niggas ass   Then like to sit back and pop shit   Yo we bout to lace y'all   Deface the place y'all   With shit that feel just like   A fucking foot in your face y'all   Is you with me?   (HELL YEAH!)   Before I hit y'all   Flipmode be the niggas   That will be sure to split y'all   We will never quit y'all   We won't permit y'all   Whack niggas to come inside   Like they be the shit y'all   FUCK THAT!   Yeah you know we blaze   And we wreck shop   Put it down for live niggas   While we watch the next fly   All my niggas pass through   Before we blast you   This shit so real   I don't have no need to gash you   We will never calm down   We won't put the bombs down   Rep for all my niggas   And we won't put the arms down   (Yeah you know we keep it coming)   Yo people is good for nothing   (Ay yo!)   Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping   And rush the dance hall   Until all they ass fall   I make you other corny niggas   Get off the damn wall   And then we bless y'all   With the currently fresh y'all   And hit y'all niggas with flavor   Nothing less than the best y'all   Now we see how we got you open   My niggas hold your post   All my bitches wylin with me   Let's see who rocks the most      [Chorus:]   All my niggas (What what)   We coming through (What what)   Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)   Back and bust your gun too   Nowhere to run to   Black out in the truck   Until there's no club to come to   All my bitches (What what)   We coming through (What what)   Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)   Bounce and shake your ass out   Break fool and black out   Hit you with some shit   That will make all y'all just pass out