All My Life

ZooChill

I been selling cocaine all my life

My niggas sold the pounds and I sold the white

I remember trapping on a pedal bike

Now a nigga burning down the turnpike

I been selling cocaine all my life

My niggas sold the pounds and I sold the white

I remember trapping on a pedal bike

Now a nigga burning down the turnpike

I'm good with cooking crack

Give me two minutes flat

Watch how I bring it back

How you want it, popcorn or slab?

I'm nothing like these rappers

I only bang with trappers

I'm walking with 30 hot ones

Try to creep up on me, my Glock bust

I be knee deep in my city

I be knee deep in your hood

Mobbing my nigga, we good

I be cooling with my young niggas

They gon' swing that chopper if I tell 'em so

Niggas full of shit, militant

And I ain't never gotta tell 'em go

And a hundred rounds in the FN, no kick

Hunt him down

Balling on 'em, why they upset?

Twin llamas and I'm up next

I don't never see you nowhere

How the fuck you say you out here?

Water hot, whipping glass pots

When them OUs drop, I'ma snatch it out

Ice with that knife when I lock it up

Them numbers they good, come rock with us

I been selling cocaine all my life

My niggas sold the pounds and I sold the white

I remember trapping on a pedal bike

Now a nigga burning down the turnpike

I been selling cocaine all my life

My niggas sold the pounds and I sold the white

I remember trapping on a pedal bike

Now a nigga burning down the turnpike

I'm out here, standing in the kitchen fucking up them dishes

Cold winter, posted on the block, I get it with my niggas

Tell me what you really know about the trenches

I had the same clothes on for three days, I'm on a mission

Moving off the curb, punch it on the jet

Hustle from the muscle, all I do is trap

If I ain't in the booth, I'm cooking crack

My nigga sold the green, I sold the white

Nigga play with my money, I smack him twice

Hop out, walking down, bop bop, good night

I'm still flexing bets, I'm rolling the dice

Got a whole lot of dope, whole lot of rice

Make a couple phone calls, it's gone tonight

And I'm clutching on my semi, I'm holding it tight

Polo talking with them hoes, these niggas ain't right

And I'ma tell all of my bros we balling for life

I'ma fuck on your broad by end of the night

I'll probably fuck her in the car at the end of the night

I ain't never going fraud, I'm living my life

I been selling cocaine all my life

My niggas sold the pounds and I sold the white

I remember trapping on a pedal bike

Now a nigga burning down the turnpike

I been selling cocaine all my life

My niggas sold the pounds and I sold the white

I remember trapping on a pedal bike

Now a nigga burning down the turnpike