KM - All Out

★ chorus ★
Engine roar when we slide through
She like the way i whip it, this is brand new
Go back to the crib, yeah we can do
And have you got my back if i say "i got you"?
We're going all out
Step with b22's, i got my foot down
Racks in rubber bands, i don't lose count
And this blicky's got a whistle, tell 'em "come round"
Hop in the truck, come, we go now

★ verse 1 ★
Friends turn to opps so i'm quick to let a bridge burn
Pull up and slap, make him crawl like he's got worms
And i ain't using words, i let my burner talk
Get up close, point blank, let it burst
I know the sket so i'm ten steps ahead
Got a bullet for your head so think twicе how you step
Don't be daft, that's like smoking weed with thе stem
G-lock in the benz, plenty straps in the ends
And i don't need a platform for the truth to be heard
On a daily tryna duppy, two hands on this dotty
Hop on a plane if i ever catch a body
Petrol bath, put my feet up and bake off with a hottie
I've got this sweet one, she's saying that i'm naughty
She don't even know we press triggers on this forty
In a r8, amiri drip and the glizz
Load the clip, bang the stick, shots flying from this two-seat
★ chorus ★
Engine roar when we slide through
She like the way i whip it, this is brand new
Go back to the crib, yeah we can do
And have you got my back if i say "i got you"?
We're going all out
Step with b22's, i got my foot down
Racks in rubber bands, i don't lose count
And this blicky's got a whistle, tell 'em "come round"
Hop in the truck, come, we go now

★ verse 2 ★
I brought waps to the block cah it's only right
Catch me with a baddie, late night with a four-five
And free samurai roze cah that's little bro
He's got that name, he don't step with no small knife
Say it with chest, fuck your rep and what you're on
Pulled up driver's side, slap the twelve through the car
I got gyal in my dm's, "are you the guy that made that song?
Wait, are you the one that's from the booky side of brum?"
Yes i am, still screaming free my killers in the can
We got guns like iran, barrels smoke and let it slap
And i ain't rich, i need eight figures in the bank
Put him in my pack so we're gassed when the cali lands
From the back, she like it rough, give her ass a slap
Then tell the driver "step on the gas"
I'm an artist and a stepper, course it's on man
I was in my cell, rocked his jaw with a one-bang
★ chorus ★
Engine roar when we slide through
She like the way i whip it, this is brand new
Go back to the crib, yeah we can do
And have you got my back if i say "i got you"?
We're going all out
Step with b22's, i got my foot down
Racks in rubber bands, i don't lose count
And this blicky's got a whistle, tell 'em "come round"
Hop in the truck, come, we go now