All I Know lyrics

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Buck down, buck down, buck down
You don't wanna get drug down, drug down, drug down
So motherf*cker won't you calm down, calm down, calm down
Buck n*gga lights so dumb now, dumb now, dumb now, Waka Flocka
All I know, All I know, All I Know

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Tell me why a n*gga hit the club super deep
Screaming SODMG, Brick Squad 1017
Just like my little brother birthday, 1017
Smokin' hella f*ckin' purp since 1017
Aw it's a new day, b*tch, now we run the game
A.T.L. stand the f*ck up, b*tch I'm screamin' out Money Gang
All y'all motherf*ckin' n*ggas is lame
I'll put that tech, put that sh*t to your neck
SOD Gang in this motherf*ckin' club
All y'all lame n*ggas show motherf*ckin' respect, SOULJA!
Lil B: Damn Soulja Boy, Waka Flocka y'all be swaggin'
Pull off in that Lambo and that car look like a dragon
Eighty for a show, pus*y n*gga mane what's happenin'?
My jeans cost thirty thousand dollars and they saggin'
Soulja Boy: Shout out to my n*gga Gucci, we about to shoot a movie
Shout out to my n*gga Holiday, we 'bout them f*ckin' groupies
Word around town I am on deck
Soulja Boy Tell'em he cashed that check
With the stacks, and the racks, and the goons
And the brand new album comin' soon b*tch
Sweep it like a broom b*tch
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Buck down, buck down, buck down
You don't wanna get drug down, drug down, drug down
So motherf*cker won't you calm down, calm down, calm down
Buck n*gga lights so dumb now, dumb now, dumb now, Waka Flocka
All I know, All I know, All I Know

[Verse 2: Lil B]
Tiny jeans n*gga and I comes with the choppah
b*tches on my di*k cause I look like they father
Westside n*gga, Donald Trump's be my father
Rich young n*gga and I smokes like a rasta
Iced out ring, make that b*tch wanna slobber
Cheese like that nachos, damn I need an Oscar
b*tches on my di*k, they treat BasedGod like Odwalla
f*ck my main broad and I might just go an rob her
Pretty Boy Swag, your b*tch like Cousin Skeeter
Young Based God came straight with the heater
Iced out b*tch, home run like Derek Jeter
Your ho talkin' down, I'm Chris Brown so I beat her
Ask about my visa, b*tch smoke this reefer
Young Based God cost forty for the feature
AK47 leave your ass like my reefer
West Berkley n*ggas, Waterfront through your speakers, rich n*gga

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Buck down, buck down, buck down
You don't wanna get drug down, drug down, drug down
So motherf*cker won't you calm down, calm down, calm down
Buck n*gga lights so dumb now, dumb now, dumb now, Waka Flocka
All I know, All I know, All I Know