All in It (feat. King Lil G)

Tobacco out the window

Gold, Platinum with the Indo

In the Camry, the windows tinted

In the passenger with smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

In the passenger with smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

In the passenger with smoke all in it

In my four-corner room, thinkin' of the next move

We all get crazy tryna hold on our cool

Money on the mind while we tryna roll the doobie

My girl be trippin', tryna make my life a movie

Left from the eight, tryna get my shit straight

But my people lookin' at me like if it was all hate

After all the time I broke bread with the snakes

Callin' up Memo, say, "Let's ride to the gate"

So we ride to the gate, we gon' ride to the day

I got the big homies rollin' with the AK

And they don't listen to anything that you got to say

If you wanna go to war for no reason, we gon' bring it

We could go missin' in the smoke whenever I get faded

I'll be cruisin' down Slauson in the passenger blazin'

Make a right on Alameda while we rollin' up the cake

I got my girl Reby that could roll it when I'm straight

Tobacco out the window

Gold, Platinum with the Indo

In the Camry, the windows tinted

In the passenger with smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

In the passenger with smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

In the passenger with smoke all in it

I told my lil' homie that I'm really down to ride with it

Utilize the 9, in case these suckers outta line with it

Think somebody snitchin', 'cause they tryna say that I did it

Never showed my face, no case, took my time with it

Bitch, can't you tell that I'm a criminal?

Can't you tell I rep my shit in every visual?

I put a couple of these bitches in my videos

And then I went and cashed a check for my residuals

Gangster individual, never to a minimal

Homies with the straps and the scratched-off serials

Need to stop playin' with me, homie caught a plane with me

Went to Chicago, then I brought 'em to L.A. with me

Occasionally you should blaze with me

Call up the squad, it's okay with me

It's okay with me

I called up Chantelle to stay with me

Window

Indo

Windows tinted

(Five-star motherfuckin' general)

Smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

Smoke all in it

(Bang that shit)

In the passenger with smoke all in it

Yeah

Runnin' through your bulletproof vest

47 to the chest