All That Lyrics – Ab-Soul, JasonMartin & Thirsty P

Read the full All That lyrics by Ab-Soul, JasonMartin and Thirsty P along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ab Soul’s music, you can also explore I, Myself & Me and Righteous Man, two other songs by Ab Soul.

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Ayy, man

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Same suit, ’bout to set to re-heat it
They know my name, I ain’t have to repeat it
I’m with the ra-ra, with the bla-bla-bla-bla (Bla-blaow)
All that, like Kell, I ain’t get it
Yeah, I’m with all that
I’m with all that (All that)
Yeah, b!tch, I’m with all that
I’m with all that (All that)
[Post-Chorus]
Whole lot of gang s*it, whole lot of motherfu*king gang s*it
B!tch, I’m with all that (All that)
Whole lot of gang s*it, whole lot of motherfu*king gang s*it
B!tch, I’m with all that (All that)
I’m with all that

[Ab-Soul]
So please watch your tone when you’re talking to me (Uh)
Comme des garçons, Tom Vers’ on my feet
Yeah, I just ate, b!tch, bon appetit (Ayy)
Don’t rep you, G, are you ready or not? (Huh?)
We be to rap what key be to lock
Hand me my keys, then I skate off the lot (Skrrt)
Enemies retreat, before we bleed your block
Early morning, late night, Jay Leno (Woah, woah)
Run me my cake or else I’m blowing out your candle
Don’t need a last straw that broke the back on the camel
Y’all know where I’m from, shh, shh, they lame

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Same suit, ’bout to set to re-heat it
They know my name, I ain’t have to repeat it
I’m with the ra-ra, with the bla-bla-bla-bla (Bla-blaow)

All that, like Kell, I ain’t get it
Yeah, I’m with all that
I’m with all that (All that)
Yeah, b!tch, I’m with all that
I’m with all that (All that)

[Post-Chorus]
Whole lot of gang s*it, whole lot of motherfu*king gang s*it
B!tch, I’m with all that (All that)
Whole lot of gang s*it, whole lot of motherfu*king gang s*it
B!tch, I’m with all that (All that)
I’m with all that

[Verse 2]
What? We checked your file, you are not C.P.T. (No)
You never swapped chilly for EBT (Oh)
Five shots in Vegas, no Keefe D, woah
My cheese Taylor Swift, stay ready to pop (Huh?)
We be to West what nose be to snot
Moving, won’t leave, like tennis, that’s squat (Huh?)
The best advice come from villains and thots, yeah
What it do, lil’ charged and block? (Woah, woah)
Dirt in a big bag, thirty-two in tube sock (Woah, woah)
Fell in love with my mirror, marrying your crew not
Hit her with the woo-wop, get a n!gga boo-bopped, what?

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Same suit, ’bout to set to re-heat it
They know my name, I ain’t have to repeat it
I’m with the ra-ra, with the bla-bla-bla-bla (Bla-blaow)
All that, like Kell, I ain’t get it
Yeah, I’m with all that
I’m with all that (All that)
Yeah, b!tch, I’m with all that
I’m with all that (All that)

[Post-Chorus]
Whole lot of gang s*it, whole lot of motherfu*king gang s*it
B!tch, I’m with all that (All that)
Whole lot of gang s*it, whole lot of motherfu*king gang s*it
B!tch, I’m with all that (All that)
I’m with all that