All Time High

[Intro]
Coke Boi

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]
Get to the bag and I go (I go)
I get done fuckin' ya bitch and I go (I go)
Roll up a blunt full of that Runtz, feelin' like I poured a four
I told her panties gotta go (Gotta go)
She want me to take it slow (Take it)
She like how the money rain on the floor (She lighten)
She lighten up like some twinkle toes (Shy)

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
Most of these niggas goin' out sad (Sad)
Man, this shit is sad (So sad)
You really can't do nothin' but chase a bag
Dick ridin' at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they'll take your spot
Got a iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot)

[Verse 2: YRN Lingo]
Snitchin'-ass nigga, you gon' rot (Snitchin'-ass nigga, you gon' rot)
Can't tell on my brother, I would not (Can't tell on my brother, I would not)
One of a kind, man, we so hot (One of a kind, man, we so hot, yeah)
Can't let these niggas break us up (Nah)
They just mad we in the Bentley truck
Fuck around and get stumped a mud hole in your ass, playin' around with us (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Draw my gun if I see you movin' too fast, no need to rush
Six hour flight, wake me when the plane finna land, no catchin' bus (What? nah)
Got your bitch up on her knees and I'm finna bust
Saint Laurent, money bustin' out my damn jeans, ain't it's not enough
Saint Laurent jeans bustin' out my fuckin' what and I'm finna what?
Man, damn

[Chorus: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Most of these niggas goin' out sad (Sad)
Man, this shit is sad (So sad)
You really can't do nothin' but chase a bag
Dick ridin' at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they'll take your spot
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Takeoff)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Woah, stop (Woah)
Or somebody finna get shot (Brr)
'Fore I put the cheese on top (Spin)
And then we come spinnin' the block (Spin)
Remember them days after them days when niggas was runnin' from cops? (Freeze)
Now I get money, no minimum wage, I'm tryna dodge the paparazzi (Cheese)
Wait, hold on (Wait)
Swervin', I get my roll on (Swerve)
Outside the river, Cinderella white
And the new Patek a snowcone
If this is a sport, we takin' the torch
Tell 'em good game then go home (Bye)
And like a new 'Port, we bringin' the smoke
But you wanna short along (Smoke)
Ain't givin' my heart to none of you women, so I went and painted it Chrome (No)
I'm talkin' 'bout the bag, I'm callin' Chris Paul, so I cannot pick up the phone (Brr)
She not tryna fuck, then she out of luck, the bag she had is gone (Where)
Ain't tryna be disrespectful, baby, she just had a nasty tone
He poppin' them all like he feelin' unstoppable, told him to change the tone (Woo)
If it's somethin' 'bout my brother, it can be right, or it can be dead wrong (True)
Niggas dickridin' at an all-time high, y'all niggas dead wrong (Stop)
Fourth of July, how I'm poppin' that fire, you can be dead and gone (Pop)

[Chorus: YRN Lingo, Takeoff & both]
Most of these niggas goin' out sad (Sad)
Man, this shit is sad (Aw man)
You really can't do nothin' but chase a bag
Dickridin' at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they'll take your spot
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Yeah