All The Way ft. Los Money Lyrics

With a made-up mind

With a made-up mind

I can't seem to go all the way through

Separate me and you

We can tell who a leader

Cougar bitch hit my line

She was using a beeper

It's a cooler on the

But I call it a heater

Picking with that bitch brain

I ain't using a tweezer

I can't argue with no nigga

They a turn to a tweeter

They let Brodie out the jam

Boy he really a tweaker

Fat guy on the bottom of the gun named Peter

I ain't charging a hunnid

But I a wax for the feature

Boy the blick ain't named Bane

But it'll shoot a nigga up

Man this bitch real nasty

Two girls, one cup

Know a 10 that catch balls

But her last name ain't Kupp

You can call me Ro Ram

Or shit Ro Tup

I'm a king with a punch

Why she calling me Tut

Niggas fake diamonds

Boy, you ain't really cut

Couldn't get the hole in one

So they going for the putt

Couldn't hit him in the chin

So I'm going for the gut

Trying to build some legal money

I ain't going for the cuffs

And I'm buying real estate

What the fuck is some buffs

Say he fucking with me I think he drinking on some duffs

And I don't sing like Lil TJay

But you then said enough

(Nuf said)

Depend on how bad it get

Boy I might hold a grudge

Bitch keep trying to tick me off

Bet her life I won't budge

Said change in my brothas

On my life, I won't nudge

Seen some lean up in the jar

And that shit turn to sludge

Lean in the jar

Now that shit, mud

Gang in the car

Blowing big crud

Tripping in the bar

With a stick, up

Leave a nigga scarred

Get his bitch, fucked

Big-ass blick

Yea, the clip, it got rounds in it

I ain't finna slip

Cause the whip, it got pounds in it

I don't even trip

I'm a drip, niggas drowning it

Ill hit his bitch

Talking shit I'm a wild nigga

Nigga, fuck whoever hating on me

I'ma close the back

These pussy niggas waiting on me

Gotta cut the grass

These niggas get to snacking niggas

When I turn my back, my niggas

They went vacant, nigga

Niggas hating, niggas saying

I won't make it, nigga

Me and RJ having motion

I ain't faking, nigga

Caught a nigga by surprise

Thought I was playing with him

Fucked a bitch and said goodbye

Thought I was staying with her

Fell asleep on accident

Thought I was laying with her

Told her I don't give a fuck

Think I'm playing with her

Can't be fucking with no hoes

They be getting bitter

T got pounds in the house

He a babysitter

Niggas saying is it me

No, I'm getting bigger

Too many bullets in the house

We got cat litter

Nigga said he was a pit

He a little critter

Nigga ain't shot the gun yet

But got gun glitter

Nigga, why the fuck you got a camo

Why the fuck you got a gun with no ammo

Why you got so many opps, you ain't Rambo

I'll take a nigga bitch, but I ain't Lando

Free my nigga Ric

I remember you was laying low

Niggas wasn't with us

we was robbing through the Pet Sto'

I ain't even have a dog fuck Petco

I'll hit a nigga in his stomach for the Pepto

(Pep Tho')