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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Touch of Trent
Touch of Trent
Programming
Young T
Young T
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Trenton Turner
Trenton Turner
Composer
Teun Bauhuis
Teun Bauhuis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Touch of Trent
Touch of Trent
Producer
Young T
Young T
Producer

Lyrics

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it They told me it's all love but I love all I'm CashApp-in' a couple hundred whenever my brother call Sometimes I like to scan the ledge, feel like I'm above 'em all It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall Them niggas always with some goofies gettin' jumped at malls I was tired of fuckin' hoes with one condom, I made the condom fall From stylin' Denim jacket that shit turned to Gucci scarves I fucked the whole world no matter who involved It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love Man, it's all love You can't learn without my brother 'cause it's all us I'ma Perc my brother Doodie off a small bust But I'm a baller when I pass the ball, I yell "Hut" Gotta watch them cheesy sneaky bitches they be stealin' nut I talk down on the trenches hoes know dan well I still fuck But the money get me insane And I ain't know where the homie was I was fucked up in the trenches I ain't even know what a Rollie was I used to look up to this nigga but he gave his homie up 'Cause his daughter 12 years old he gotta go do 21 And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas So these niggas owe me nothin' Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button Put my own fee down for my lawyer That shit was twenty-one-hundred Had to detail with my dawg and he still wasn't comin' With his gun without his gun I say he still not runnin' And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hunnid, nigga It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love It's all love, I thought it was real He took a Percocet wasn't all tryna pop a pill Tryna prove a point to pop off first he ain't your dawg for real I gotta acknowledge that Lamb' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'Cause I know my mama will Different niggas they rockin' Polo I'm rockin' Tommy Hill' Trenches niggas they'll drop it all when it's time to kill First time was a throw off on my bag when I signed the deal They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'Cause she love to chock 1942, the small bill, she love the boat Durkio, smirkio, yeah, she love the GOAT Yeah, I love them G locks Got away from all the phony niggas I had to detox They don't even shoot at niggas no more they love to beatbox Walked up out your life with a pair of socks That's two hunnid that's them G-socks It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love (You wouldn't listen) It's all love
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