All In ft. Trapalone Peso Lyrics

I'm going all in

They don't know how a nigga feel no mo

I'm from that side where you on go, you gotta blast it

I'm out in Houston on the road, I ain't average

They had a time to bust my dome, them boys ain't fap, shit

And I ain't gon' lie, you bad, bitch, you and your friend

And I ain't gon' lie, I'm going off the top, I'm going on all in

I'm chillin', babe, I'm okay, she think I'm gon' die in these streets

I pop these Percs back-to-back, I'm rollin', trying see where he sleep

It's three AM at my phone at home, I got this chop ready to creep

They told me, hold on, everything gon' be alright

I'm out of town, all alone, just me clutching this pipe

I'm in the Stu , making this song, she texting me like, you right

I say, hold up, let me pour my four up

All these bitches bad, I'm sorry, baby, I cannot choose one

And I'm ridin' with the top down, I'm in Minnesota

Bad bitch, she dark-skinned, slim thick, and she gon' blow some

But that's my baby, what you want, yeah, you can get it

We walk inside the mall with that FN on me, they tryna get me

I'm tryna buy my mama home, even though we got out them trenches

Every night you call my phone, anytime, you know you can get it

I got rich, I had to flood myself out with VVS pendants

So many nights that I would doubt myself, but now I'm getting richer

I can't believe that I had came this far, pretty soon gon' touch a million

My ex-bitches tapping in with me, I see I got one realer

Fuck dem hoes inside the trenches

I say, hold up, let me pour my four up

All these bitches bad, I'm sorry, baby, I can't choose none

We cruising with the top down, we in Minnesota

Baby, give me top, nah, I don't wanna fuck her

I'm from that side where you on go, you gotta blast it

I'm out in Houston on the road, I ain't average

Ooh, They had a time to bust my dome, them boys ain't fap, shit

And I ain't gon' lie, you bad, bitch, you and your friend

And I ain't gon' lie, I'm going off the top, I'm going on all in

I'm chillin', babe, I'm okay, she think I'm gon' die in these streets

I pop these Percs back-to-back, I'm rollin', trying to see where he sleep

It's three AM at my phone at home, I got this chop ready to creep

Like, why the fuck they hating? Why they try to play me

They criticize me daily, but I don't let them faze me

I'm on the road, lil' baby, I call it paper, chasing

Lil' boy, he wanted a free feature, I told him, gotta pay me

I'm in the ak clutching his Glock, boy, you gotta face me

I'm almost at the fucking top, that's probably why they hate me

I stop responding, send them shots, that's why these bitches chasing me

Don't want no twat, just want some top, in this foreign, baby

She tap my phone to buy some Za, don't sell Za no more

I shop at Gucci, Louis, and Prada, at designer stores

You bitches poor y'all hoes, be boosting, I don't fuck with those

Get out the ak, focus on music, get my head back on

Cause I'm the youngest to ever do it, fuck what that young nigga say

Cause I'm the one focused on music, you just do it day by day

I dropped the Rollie last year, it's time to cop some bigger thang

Frag muler, VVS, so I just might go drop a chain