All In

[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin' up?
Ayyye, drip, drip, splash
Yeah, TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
Six7 on the beat

[Verse]
I walk with a stick, better duck or your ass gon’ get hit
The Feds watching when I hop in the Benz
Mexico flags, I made it a trend
Dolce Gabbana all over my skin
Free the active gang members out the Pen'
And you should know, at the grocery store, Peso still got his FN
I'm strapped up with a MAC 10 at the H-E-B
Your bitch finna take me out to eat, so that means she finna pay for me
I chop bricks like Jet Li
Turn a white shirt to a red tee
If I see the Laws, I’ma run from 'em 'cause I know them bitches can't catch me (Go!)
I trap out the trenches, I tote me a Glizzy
I'm not in Memphis, but, I ball like the Grizzlies
Ya'll ain't making no money, ya'll trappin’ for pennies
And I can fit a hunnid racks in my skinnies
I’m in your hood and I'm looking for grease
Nigga reach for my chain, he gon’ Rest In Peace
And I keep a Tec right next to me, so your best bet is not to mess with me
On big B's, talk peace
Fuck you rap niggas 'cause ya'll all weak
TSF Mexico, nigga, we all heat
Niggas already know they better not cross me
I got all kinds of weapons
Punch your ass out like a fight on Tekken
You say you a gangster, but, talk to detectives
Niggas don’t want no problems, we spinnin' your section
I just spent ten thousand on some Chopsticks
When it's war, my youngins go and pop shit
How you a boss and you ain't got shit?
This Givenchy got me flyer than a cockpit
My [?] just beat a case, and it feels good, my nigga ain't go back to the Pen'
Only thing fucked up, the first day he came home, my brother Julo went in
Everybody know in Texas City that Peso been running shit
From the [?] to the Chelseas, from the Bay Street up to Harbour Glen
Nigga call my phone with that window shopping, we don't do that here, don't call again
And I told the plug, "Go front out the rest 'cause I just went all in"

[Outro]
Drip, splash
Yeah
TSF Mexico, Mexico
From the bottom
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Whole lotta trappin' and killin' mane
Nah, for shit sho, mane
Know I'm sayin'?
My niggas is doing fifty for selling some dope or they doing a hundred years 'cause they upped the score
But let's not forget about the aggravated robberies for robbing the liquor store
DRIP!