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