Turn it up (ha ha ha)

Flimode (ha ha ha)

Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)



[Chorus:]



All night

To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,

we make ya wave your hands up high

Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out

All night

To my niggas and my bitches get money

If ya running with me

Wave your hands up high

A yo I can't see y'all

You know we hang out in the streets y'all

All night



Yes yes y'all

I be the god up in the flesh y'all

Bless y'all

With nothing but the best y'all

Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all

Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all

Sex y'all

And put a bounce up in your breast y'all

Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all

And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all

And check y'all

And let the livest niggas step in

I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?

What the fuck,

Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front

And let me give y'all niggas just what you want

More fire for ya fresh off the press

Shit blazing to death

Bitches lust talking under they breath

Hope you niggas know to put on your vest

Or get a hole in your chest

Who in this motherfucker

Take you a guess



[Chorus]



Yeah-Yeah All my niggas

Yeah-yeah all my bitches

Yeah-yeah all my thugs

Yeah-yeah all my soldiers

Yeah-yeah all my honeys

Yeah-yeah all my playas

Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon

Yeah-yeah

The grand finale yc12