Turn me up
Gotta keep my ways not tryna blend in
Hop off my dick, sound like my bitch
Who let the feds in?
Tryna get up out the streets, don't got no time to f*ck with y'all I
Do it for the team
GLE cuttin' up through traffic, we slide like 8 deep
I do it for the star like CD, pull up in that Lamb
I told the brodie, keep it pushin', he been flippin' grams
I keep that cutter by my feet in case they tryna blam
It got so hot up in this bitch, some like, I need a fan
Ain't even trippin' bout no credit, I just paid the bills
Gotta stuff that pack all in my wood, straight out the vacuum seal
And if they talk about my business, know they gettin spilled
Shit, I been chasin' for so long, some like I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Been on my dick for way too long, I thought about f*ckin' quittin
I put my soul into this shit, I hope they f*ckin' feel it
Seen that eviction notice, since then I been on focus
Hop out the truck, on Forgi's, I told my mom we loaded
We poppin' tags and 40s, sippin' Limon Bacardi
How the f*ck they try to play me, like I ain't one of them
Huh??
Gotta keep my ways not tryna blend in
Hop off my dick, sound like my bitch
Who let the feds in?
Tryna get up out the streets, don't got no time to f*ck with y'all I
Do it for the team
GLE cuttin' up through traffic, we slide like 8 deep
If I don't pop off with this shit, I'm probably in the streets
I told my shotta keep it cool, cause we got f*ckin' heat
They probably think I'm f*ckin' average, I got all these Cs
Bro try to stab me and come back like I ain't keep receipts
Shit, I been sinnin' for a minute, I hope God forgive me
I take y'all struggles, made them mine, I put it all on me
It's like eviction, number three, I'm about to f*ckin skeet
It's like eviction, number three, I'm about to f*ckin skeet
SVMMYY - All In Lyrics
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Turn me up
Gotta keep my ways not tryna blend in
Hop off my dick, sound like my bitch
Who let the feds in?
Tryna get up out the streets, don't got no time to f*ck with y'all I
Do it for the team
GLE cuttin' up through traffic, we slide like 8 deep
I do it for the star like CD, pull up in that Lamb
I told the brodie, keep it pushin', he been flippin' grams
I keep that cutter by my feet in case they tryna blam
It got so hot up in this bitch, some like, I need a fan
Ain't even trippin' bout no credit, I just paid the bills
Gotta stuff that pack all in my wood, straight out the vacuum seal
And if they talk about my business, know they gettin spilled
Shit, I been chasin' for so long, some like I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Been on my dick for way too long, I thought about f*ckin' quittin
I put my soul into this shit, I hope they f*ckin' feel it
Seen that eviction notice, since then I been on focus
Hop out the truck, on Forgi's, I told my mom we loaded
We poppin' tags and 40s, sippin' Limon Bacardi
How the f*ck they try to play me, like I ain't one of them
Huh??
Gotta keep my ways not tryna blend in
Hop off my dick, sound like my bitch
Who let the feds in?
Tryna get up out the streets, don't got no time to f*ck with y'all I
Do it for the team
GLE cuttin' up through traffic, we slide like 8 deep
If I don't pop off with this shit, I'm probably in the streets
I told my shotta keep it cool, cause we got f*ckin' heat
They probably think I'm f*ckin' average, I got all these Cs
Bro try to stab me and come back like I ain't keep receipts
Shit, I been sinnin' for a minute, I hope God forgive me
I take y'all struggles, made them mine, I put it all on me
It's like eviction, number three, I'm about to f*ckin skeet
It's like eviction, number three, I'm about to f*ckin skeet
Gotta keep my ways not tryna blend in
Hop off my dick, sound like my bitch
Who let the feds in?
Tryna get up out the streets, don't got no time to f*ck with y'all I
Do it for the team
GLE cuttin' up through traffic, we slide like 8 deep
I do it for the star like CD, pull up in that Lamb
I told the brodie, keep it pushin', he been flippin' grams
I keep that cutter by my feet in case they tryna blam
It got so hot up in this bitch, some like, I need a fan
Ain't even trippin' bout no credit, I just paid the bills
Gotta stuff that pack all in my wood, straight out the vacuum seal
And if they talk about my business, know they gettin spilled
Shit, I been chasin' for so long, some like I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Been on my dick for way too long, I thought about f*ckin' quittin
I put my soul into this shit, I hope they f*ckin' feel it
Seen that eviction notice, since then I been on focus
Hop out the truck, on Forgi's, I told my mom we loaded
We poppin' tags and 40s, sippin' Limon Bacardi
How the f*ck they try to play me, like I ain't one of them
Huh??
Gotta keep my ways not tryna blend in
Hop off my dick, sound like my bitch
Who let the feds in?
Tryna get up out the streets, don't got no time to f*ck with y'all I
Do it for the team
GLE cuttin' up through traffic, we slide like 8 deep
If I don't pop off with this shit, I'm probably in the streets
I told my shotta keep it cool, cause we got f*ckin' heat
They probably think I'm f*ckin' average, I got all these Cs
Bro try to stab me and come back like I ain't keep receipts
Shit, I been sinnin' for a minute, I hope God forgive me
I take y'all struggles, made them mine, I put it all on me
It's like eviction, number three, I'm about to f*ckin skeet
It's like eviction, number three, I'm about to f*ckin skeet
Writer: Ruben Salinas
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