All My Life (Solo) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Nigga, all my life

Yeah

Yeah

Okay now top down

Swingin' out that bitch, it's a murder

Hollow tips and dog food, nigga I'm a server

What you need? Mister, get em' gone, I'll refer ya

Shots on repeat, know you pussy niggas heard us

Beat blocks, bitch, I beat box

I keep three spots two to trap

One to hold the racks? Yeah, the streets hot

Candy rims, make your bitch cream

Hit the sweet spot, she comin' for that cream

Call the trap, The G-spot

Bangin' on my doors, little, nigga, that's a no

Steppin' on canes, fiends, get it off the floor

Numbers touchin' jersey, I be runnin' up the score

Famous for that cane, when they see me, sniff They nose

Know I wrap it good, they be thinkin' bout a 16

But when I rap it good, bitch in pounds, what this Shit mean

Traps zone, niggas all jokes with that Mac on

Rest in peace to Bernie, keep that Mac on

I'm strapped homes

Nigga, all my life

Zips, bricks, chips

Getting chases through the fence, nigga, all my Life

Straps, mac's, packs

All I know is get it back, nigga, all my life

Zips, bricks, chips

Getting chased through the fence, nigga, all my Life

Straps, max, packs

All I know is get it back, nigga, all my life