The Whole Shabang

Gimme the whole shabang, don't even need a scale

Name ringin' bells like the hunchback of Notre Dame

Gimme the whole shabang, ay, you never rode the train

Two outstanding felony warrants plus a hole-in-one

Was him before the fame, this street shit open game

Motherfuck the halftime show, bring me the whole shabang

All of these ice bowls and water, damn near broke the main

If they pull us over, judge gon' hit me with the whole shabang

Yeah

Ay, bring me the whole shabang, nigga (the whole thangio)

What else? We need that whole shabang, ay (Ten08)

Blocks, bring me the whole shabang

It's Mr. Boldy James, ten zips of cut over twenty-six Os of flame

Shit look like oats and grains

All of this shit a nigga overcame, shoutout to my OG Crane Novacane

I stretched the money 'til a nigga wrist broke and sprained

Quick to curve you out, got enough shooters to coach a game

Sippin' purp, countin' cash while I'm on the plane

Whippin' the work with the same hand I pour the drank

I need a pill to calm my stomach, help console the pain

Buy a hundred grams of Superman, two bricks of Lois Lane

Just took your whole life savings and blew that on a chain

He sell weed, I sell blow, nah, we don't pro the same

Same as I want for myself, same as I want for gang

I'm still that same gang member, talkin' in coded slang

Block like a hidden blessing, robbery, no exchange

Caught that nigga dexin' and hit him with the whole shabang

Nigga, what else?

Caught that nigga dexin' and hit him with the whole grrt

Gimme the whole shabang, don't even need a scale

Name ringin' bells like the hunchback of Notre Dame

Gimme the whole shabang, ay, you never rode the train

Two outstanding felony warrants plus a hole-in-one

Was him before the fame, this street shit open game

Motherfuck the halftime show, bring me the whole shabang

All of these ice bowls and water, damn near broke the main

If they pull us over, judge gon' hit me with the whole shabang

Got fifty-two zips out a bird of flake

Before this rap shit, I went to servin' H

Hook, line, sinker, trapper's keeper like a book binder

In the dining room, cuttin' up on Mama good china

Saran wrappin' up them grits, we be sandbaggin'

Pants saggin', pocket full of strips, I'm buildin' sandcastles

Quick to run up in your spiz, we'll ramshack it

Thousand graham crackers in a empty box of graham crackers

Could touch a fifty if I pull a Mister Fantastic

Bust-diddy on my wrist, this bitch was handcrafted

On the craft, in that Wraith, bumpin' Faith Evans

Just shakin' back from last night, it was some late sessions

That ain't no truffle, you ain't spend at least a brickie on it

Prices they be quotin', I know I can beat the ticket on it

I been GOATed, the Da Vinci code, I been decoded

Knowin' we don't tote no less than thirty with a switchy on it

Gimme the whole shabang, don't even need a scale

Name ringin' bells like the hunchback of Notre Dame

Gimme the whole shabang, ay, you never rode the train

Two outstanding felony warrants plus a hole-in-one

Was him before the fame, this street shit open game

Motherfuck the halftime show, bring me the whole shabang

All of these ice bowls and water, damn near broke the main

If they pull us over, judge gon' hit me with the whole shabang