Video All She Wrote de Ai B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ai B Smoov - All She Wrote Lyrics

[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus: Duffy]
Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even
Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon?
Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest
See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet
Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes
Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost
All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes
Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote

[Verse 1: Duffy]
See the wheels on the bus, why you save her? She a roller
I'm a Chrome Hearted nigga, and it's only gettin' colder
PTSD, I got thе devil on my shoulder
Out herе thirsty for a loafy, I suggest you hand it over
Got the drop on him, it feel like I found treasure
Play ball with the Stincs? Hell nah, nigga, never
I find it pretty gay when they try not to give us credit
All these niggas in they feelings, we must really be some pressure
Willy-nilly, reckless, five straps on the dresser
Why would I be worried? Niggas know I'm out here steppin'
Take that shit off, that ain't it unless we said it
Be prepared to tear it off or you can hit the exit
[Chorus: Duffy]
Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even
Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon?
Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest
See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet
Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes
Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost
All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes
Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
I'm a too greedy Stinc, you should know I like to boast
I don't show no love, stop sayin' I'm your bro
His brain a root beer float, what you mean muggin' for?
I got Medusa on my neck, I might blind you with these stones
War Jones on my stiffler but my neck kickboxin'
Who gon' stop me if you lackin' in your whip hotboxin'?
All smoke, call the rosters, 2Pac'd him, big poppin'
Don't be mad 'cause your hottie wanna be a thotiana
Fifteen thousand on my neck, you Hollywood, yes, that
This E-SIG smoke good, ain't no need for Camo bags
It get hectic in the field, this ruler here for safety measure
You wanna be a Stinc member? Fuck off, nigga, never
Your bars ain't up to par, maybe you should get better
This a strap and some hundreds in my Off-White leather
Heavyweight chops, you wanna box? You a featherweight
Suggest you calm down 'fore this situation escalate
[Chorus: Duffy]
Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even
Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon?
Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest
See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet
Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes
Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost
All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes
Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote

[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Hm, that was all she wrote
She thought she was gon' pay me and see the stars, bitch lost her hope
They like, "Ralfy trippin', he on arsenal mode"
Exotic Stincy buds, usin' the torch to burn the smoke
Stinc Team self-made bosses, we got it on our own
We not gettin' rich off raps, we gettin' rich off clothes
In the booth talkin' factual shit tryna piss off folks
To get these boogers in my ear, I had to dig in my nose
You niggas can never be on the shit I'm on
Thought he was fuckin' with me, I'm tryna be off the shit he on
Crack a nigga egg and do magic tricks with the chicken like Benihanas
Mixmatchin' designer, today it's Givenchy and Dolce Gabbana, the Plug

[Chorus: Duffy]
Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even
Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon?
Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest
See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet
Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes
Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost
All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes
Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote