One For All (feat. YSN TM)
I got the top of the world
I got the top of the world
I got the top of the world
What's wrong
Mm, mm, mm, mm
What's wrong
Mm, mm, mm
What's wrong
I got my teeth
I can't get no sleep, but I really gotta get a haircut
I need five minutes
Turn our eyes on the road, yeah, we get it
No baddest
Nigga, you is my man
Stop it, I kill it
Nigga, woof
I'm a holy nigga, knocking bricks
Nigga, early chick
Nigga's cheap as shit
Don't see me wear a classic, but I'm really in that field
I'm Mary Jane
She's looking real
Why not act
Pop the seal
Brody clutching on his steel
He trying to learn to kill
Brody popped a nigga up before he bought a gun
Fuck it, for real, got niggas in Baltimore
I got A's on the line, they send the cops some more
Bitch, you fucked a lot of guys
I'ma treat you like a whore
I can get a girl now, and they gon' cop some more
I red cup in my line, boy, I just dropped a four
They want your man dropping dimes, they need a Mona Force
I'm tryna light his ass up, I ain't talking about no torch
Boy, I'm running out your pocket, man, I be trying to horse
Man, I just hit your little wifey, man, y'all gon' need divorce
I hit your head, lay you down
Don't even try to run away, cause I'ma blick you down
These two to threes will hit you up and sit you down
Boy, I got headies on the floor, I'm all through the town
Dumping these grams, R.I.P. in these Perky's
Man, I can't trust no bitch, baby, hurt me
I got jets coming right now, I'm in a hurry
White and it's goddamn color like McFlurry
Balls from the floor
We just in the house, we're always finna go up
Clicking off the pills, I think I'm finna throw up
One cap in the air, you know that I be one up
Ups and downs, we be through the town
Eyes full of smiles, hearts full of frowns
I am not racist, I drive brown and white
Brody breaking fatty, he ain't use a knife
Baby, if you let me, I can make you a knife
I'm married to the game, I can't make you my wife
Dubs in my pocket, this shit look super light
Thinking bout my future, that shit look super bright
My bitch really mean, these hoes super nice
I really simply pour it on my crushed ice
In the UFC, I don't really like to fight
Buried in my cup, it look like kryptonite
I throw up for my team, but I can't get no sleep
Man, I really gotta drink
I ain't tryna pop no Xans
Turn around, I'm on the road, get a new Benz
Turn around, I'm on the road, get a new Benz
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bertie, Bertie, Bertie, Bertie
I got the top of the world
I got the top of the world
What's wrong
Mm, mm, mm, mm
What's wrong
Mm, mm, mm
What's wrong
I got my teeth
I can't get no sleep, but I really gotta get a haircut
I need five minutes
Turn our eyes on the road, yeah, we get it
No baddest
Nigga, you is my man
Stop it, I kill it
Nigga, woof
I'm a holy nigga, knocking bricks
Nigga, early chick
Nigga's cheap as shit
Don't see me wear a classic, but I'm really in that field
I'm Mary Jane
She's looking real
Why not act
Pop the seal
Brody clutching on his steel
He trying to learn to kill
Brody popped a nigga up before he bought a gun
Fuck it, for real, got niggas in Baltimore
I got A's on the line, they send the cops some more
Bitch, you fucked a lot of guys
I'ma treat you like a whore
I can get a girl now, and they gon' cop some more
I red cup in my line, boy, I just dropped a four
They want your man dropping dimes, they need a Mona Force
I'm tryna light his ass up, I ain't talking about no torch
Boy, I'm running out your pocket, man, I be trying to horse
Man, I just hit your little wifey, man, y'all gon' need divorce
I hit your head, lay you down
Don't even try to run away, cause I'ma blick you down
These two to threes will hit you up and sit you down
Boy, I got headies on the floor, I'm all through the town
Dumping these grams, R.I.P. in these Perky's
Man, I can't trust no bitch, baby, hurt me
I got jets coming right now, I'm in a hurry
White and it's goddamn color like McFlurry
Balls from the floor
We just in the house, we're always finna go up
Clicking off the pills, I think I'm finna throw up
One cap in the air, you know that I be one up
Ups and downs, we be through the town
Eyes full of smiles, hearts full of frowns
I am not racist, I drive brown and white
Brody breaking fatty, he ain't use a knife
Baby, if you let me, I can make you a knife
I'm married to the game, I can't make you my wife
Dubs in my pocket, this shit look super light
Thinking bout my future, that shit look super bright
My bitch really mean, these hoes super nice
I really simply pour it on my crushed ice
In the UFC, I don't really like to fight
Buried in my cup, it look like kryptonite
I throw up for my team, but I can't get no sleep
Man, I really gotta drink
I ain't tryna pop no Xans
Turn around, I'm on the road, get a new Benz
Turn around, I'm on the road, get a new Benz
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bertie, Bertie, Bertie, Bertie
Credits
Writer(s): Jamison Long
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