My All

Love could have you in a trance you need to desperately wake up from When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one High on Cloud 9 from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that weren't enough, huh? No, I swear these hoes you can't trust 'em Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna fuck some' I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump I hate that I was too deep in so young I done spent two-thirty on a brand-new Richard Mille I've been turnt up I'm the youngest and the richest in my city All on Twitter on my dick, because that bitch can't get up with me This rapper lifestyle lit, called it a quits and now she shitty, uh In my bag not in my feelings, do I miss it? No not really And I know these niggas envy, so I'm clutchin' on my semi With my goon squad and we don't catch a temp, so please don't tempt me Glock gon' do it's job Bro' gon' blow that bitch till it get empty, uh And for bro I'd give my kidney up Shots, that's a hundred sixty plus Me and Liv just fucked Philly up Fucking hoes, I done bust plenty nuts My care on zero, not no hero, nigga I don't give any fucks Adrenaline, that's why my fit go spazz out and let glizzies bust Love could have you in a trance you need to desperately wake up from When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one High on Cloud 9 from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that weren't enough, huh? No, I swear these hoes you can't trust 'em Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna fuck some' I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump I hate that I was too deep in so young Casamigo sippin', I'm so in it I can't speak proper She be doin' dish from block to block, heard she's a street hopper 1300, baby, but got love from all the re-rockers Them sliders stampin' hits, ain't gotta ask who did it, we shot you For Ed 'nem and Lil Bit, bitch, you will get your hood hit Had to watch 'em get put in the grave Them the same niggas I stood with Bronem tryna ease that pain e'rry time that them 'Woods lit Accept all my mistakes, it's just one thing I wish I could fix Niggas did way too much talkin' It's a lot of dead opps that I should diss And really I be humble, it's a lot of hoes that I could hit 'Fore I fall off or stumble, we extort niggas on some Suge shit How the fuck you gon' speak on what I did with my chances? You ain't never took risks Love could have you in a trance you need to desperately wake up from When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one High on Cloud 9 from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that weren't enough, huh? No, I swear these hoes you can't trust 'em Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna fuck some' I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump I hate that I was too deep in so young