All for Me

It's all a love cycle

I might need a Bible

It feel way better when you next to me

I'm deep in the streets, I got the recipe

It's not a red light so don't stop sexting me down

Want you to know you blessed to be 'round

Bae, I'on think I'm coming back to town

Might be speed racing, speed racing

Old memories got your knees shaking

All for me, would you make a **** bleed?

Fighting cases, I ain't mean to, I won't take no plea

Say he a real gunner, he stand outside the jury and he squeeze

Is you down? I'on think you realer than D

For you now, I travel all overseas

And put a **** down all for doing bad

She all on my dick, she thick as a bitch with beaucoup ass

Want me to wax her down, grabbing all on her back

I'ma take her to the ground, know I'm a dog in the cat

Whole hundred rounds in the scat

Know he hit the ground when I hit him

We gon' kill 'em all, do 'em in

They fuck wit' me now 'cause they see that I'm winnin'

The mic or the block, gotta make a decision

Whatever you do, gotta stay wit' your glizzy

And when you shoot, don't do no missing

It's all a love cycle

I might need a Bible

It feel way better when you next to me

I'm deep in the streets, I got the recipe

It's not a red light so don't stop sexting me down

Want you to know you blessed to be 'round

Bae, I'on think I'm coming back to town

Might be speed racing, speed racing

Old memories got your knees shaking

All for me, would you make a **** bleed?

I want my dawgs back 'cause I just want to see my **** free

I'm like where y'all at? They put it in your face to let you see

I'm saying, could you understand me? Goddamn it

Don't panic, leave no forensics, left 'em dead

What's the plan on the other man, we stamping

No need to call an ambulance

'Cause we gon' blam, I'on give a damn

Just fought Uncle Sam

Tell my bitch wish she could meet my mama but she in the ground

So what am I supposed to do?

**** killed my cousin and my brotha, who I'm closest to

You know I'm supposed to shoot, I'm just doing what a soldier do

Hitting two-doors, he was in a four-door, you would think it's a coupe

Aim at your nose, don't hit windows, send their souls on

It's all a love cycle

I might need a Bible

It feel way better when you next to me

I'm deep in the streets, I got the recipe

It's not a red light so don't stop sexting me down

Want you to know you blessed to be 'round

Bae, I'on think I'm coming back to town

Might be speed racing, speed racing

Old memories got your knees shaking

All for me, would you make a **** bleed?