ALL THE WAY TO THE BITCHES ft. DeeKay & Eryxse Lyrics

Everybody wants it

But they never come through

I be taking two shots

When I aim at you

Is it blood on the scene

Or my red bottom shoes

When I light up a fire

And I set off the fuse

Run it up

Run it up

Bands for a blackwood

Choppa with a beam and we coming

Right at you

Better not scream

Cause we'll lock you in the bathroom

I ain't playing game little bitch

You better have food

Run it up

Got a hundred and the bands back

Playing all these hoes like a liar

With a mad cap

I be getting money every day it's a mad fact

Moving to the burbs with a bitch

And a hand tattoo

Me and deekay up

Hit a bitch face down

Pack a punch my wrist

Like I'm playing downtown

If a bitch act up put the dog in the pound

Plant the bomb on his lawn

Call that shit nuke town

What the fuck step back

Heavy metal like a gym

I be stacking up guap

Slide yo phone swap his sim

Had the feds pulling up

Run a bitch offa net

Ima take that boy's funds

Put this forty to his neck

Stomp a fuck boy's face

In my new j1s

New ak

Put his soul in a blunt

Ima smoke puff pass

Good dope a one

Gang on lock

Like d book with the suns

Ima hop out to shoot

That little bitch my son

Tell em hop off dick

I only say shit once

Take his chain

Ima take his bitch

Ima take your life

On your grave, I piss

How you gon shoot

Every shot you missed

Gripping poles

Two twin berettas

Two aks

We body catchers

Chase em down

Up out his sketchers

Take his bitch

Lil bro I'm better

Fuck what you think

Put them down ina dirt

Blew a whole bag

On this Gucci fur coat

Aiming the sight

Spent a band on this scope

If a fuck boy talk ima slit his throat

Everybody wants it

But they never come through

I be taking two shots

When I aim at you

Is it blood on the scene

Or my red bottom shoes

When I light up a fire

And I set off the fuse

Run it up

Run it up

Bands for a blackwood

Choppa with a beam and we coming

Right at you

Better not scream

Cause we'll lock you in the bathroom

I ain't playing game little bitch

You better have food

Run it up

Got a hundred and the bands back

Playing all these hoes like a liar

With a mad cap

I be getting money every day it's a mad fact

Moving to the burbs with a bitch

And a hand tattoo