All of Us lyrics

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She wanna be sneaky and f*ck with all of us
She know what she doin', go 'head and run it up
Yeah, we rockin' Dasikhi's like we from Africa
Used to do [?], now it's 2K and up

[Post-Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Don't be layin' up
Every time you come over, we be layin', oh, oh
Don't be layin' up
Every time you come over, we be layin', oh, oh

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Kiss on my neck, I'm off these percy's, I be raspin'
Speak on my name, you speak on me, just speak the facts
Ooh, me PnB, A Boogie, this sh*t gon' be classic
She suck my di*k in the middle of the floor, I gotta dump these ashes
I don't trick off, I don't buy nothin', might buy some lashes
Durkio, I like my b*tches ratchet
Styrofoam, I mixed the lean with Xanax
You ain't did nothin' for me to take yo' ass to Lenox
Two Glocks, my double G's, ain't talkin' Gucci pendant
I got a girl at home, so when I'm done, my brother hit it
Love-dovey new to me, I'm from the gutter wit' it
And the opps our brothers, but I'm screamin' f*ck them n*ggas
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Yeah, you know me, I'm screamin' f*ck them n*ggas
And every time it came to beef, they want problems wit' it
And every time it came to police, we was on silence wit' it
Red dot on your homie just for ridin' with him
Red dot to your dome piece just for ridin' wit' him
It's gon' be hard for me to sleep, but thank God we did it
And all these broads that be on me, it be so hard to miss 'em
Look at the stars in my V, b*tch, my car different

[Verse 3: PnB Rock]
Aw man, I done got used to this lifestyle
Quarter million, that's some jewelry, somebody turn the lights down
Bad b*tch all on my trap phone, she said she ready to pull up
Soon as she touch down in the city
She gon' be pullin' her skirt up
She had lip gloss on her lips, now it's lip gloss on my di*k
She get super freaky with the split
Got me bustin' like a loaded clip (Brrt)
I stay automatic (Yeah), drippin', in all the fashion (Yeah)
Hunnid bands bustin' out the wrapper
I ain't like none of these cappers (No)
I cut so many of my dawgs off, that sh*t don't make no sense
Same n*ggas that watched me starve when I ain't have a pot to p*ss
Say you ain't got it for your dog, but you got it for a b*tch
And now she crazy, these streets, they get shady
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She wanna be sneaky and f*ck with all of us
She know what she doin', go 'head and run it up
Yeah, we rockin' Dasikhi's like we from Africa
Used to do [?], now it's 2K and up

[Post-Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Don't be layin' up
Every time you come over, we be layin', oh, oh
Don't be layin' up
Every time you come over, we be layin', oh, oh