A Lil Bit of Everything

Every time I'm in the kitchen
You in the kitchen let me finish this brick
'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin'
But I'm on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
And only 'cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit
Y'all won't get served at all

I went from oodles and noodles
To lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats
To brand new minks
And yo, my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm still on the strip
Tryin' to get my grims off
Nigga tryin' to flip and
It's a Mexican standoff
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black
Lookin' for souls to steal

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything

I put the two mags up to
Your durag and rock-a-bye baby
I'm in the blue Jag with new
Tags in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact
Comin' up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and
Wiggle screamin' call my people
We got these fiends pourin' liters
And they shootin' needles
Need to be takin' your connection
'cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this
I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how
To get it in and out, nigga

Ya if I put a dress code all black
Nine hows and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle
Or a razor your hollerin' for praise ya
Catch me in the hood with
A model named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta
They tellin' you lies by sellin' you dreams
And they ain't felons, they fiends
Plus they rat
And it's too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything

Wodie what you want, you want dope
You want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist
I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills
I get your some bars
My nigga, we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin' you want, play us awful hard

My 22's bling, so niggas scheme
745 I clean, digital scale nigga
Fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, dro to smoke
I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface, " no women, no kids
I don't give a fuck better teach that bitch
And that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel
What talons do to ya

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything