All I Need (feat. K CAMP)

All I need is

Uh huh, you know what it is

All I need is

You ain't gonna trust yo bitch after tonight

Uh huh, I'ma make her whore out

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick

Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth

My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out

And she say she a virgin, bitch (Shut the fuck up)

I'm 'bout my bread, getting dough, getting blow

Getting trippy, getting lit on these hoes

Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, Colt 45, high as fuck

Twenty dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab

Conjure my cab

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

Look, all she need is one more shot, that bitch lit, you could tell

Put this package in your box, you got mail

Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud

That lil' bitch, she get active, she get wild

We turnt up, too much liquor, you can't hold me

Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me

Drop my top, out that roof, that's that Rollie

Girl, don't play, I'm right here, you gon' show me

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, two more blunts, three more bitches

Four more zips, five more minutes

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more drank, one more drank

Mafia, yeah, hoe

Damn, I miss the 90's

Yeah, shit was wild

We was living like rock stars dropping mystic styles

Ain't nobody else believe in what we was putting down

**** almost homeless tryna get it off the ground

No support, every body thought we'd never be shit

Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit

Tryna get some distribution, major labels ain't feeling us

Door slammed in our face, still ain't giving up

Still on a grind, still on the rise

Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time

Made a name, made some change, got respect, got some fame

Now they love our shit 'cause we made our own lane

Tryna sign every body, put some money in they pockets

Hit a ball on the roll, every night we had it popping

They ain't hold us down, did it on our own

With our backs on the wall, we put plaques on the wall

Then the problem started picking up, posse started splitting up

People started switching up, we still not giving up

I love 'em, though

We been through it all, them my brothers, though

And that's some real shit

We weren't always reaching, we did have a pot to piss in

Hustle harder than a bitch, slanging records like they bricks

From the ground to the throne, it's been a hell of a trip

Bring me one more drink while I sit and reminisce