ALL THE WAY TO THE BITCHES

[Intro]
W-w-we-we-we-we, we love you Eryxse (Uh, ha)

[Chorus]
Everybody want it, but they never come through
I be taking two shots, when I aim at you
Is it blood on the scene or my red bottom shoes?
When I light up a fire and I set off the fuse
Aye, run it up, run it up, bands for a black-wood
Choppa with a beam and we coming right at you
Better not scream cause we'll lock you in the bathroom (Gosh, damn though)
I ain't playing games, little bitch, you better have food
Run it up, got a hunnid, and the bands back
Playing all these hoes likе a liar with a mad cap
I be getting money еvery day, it's a mad fact
Moving to the burbs with a bitch and a hand tat

[Verse]
Me and DeeKay up, hit a bitch face down (Face down)
Better punch my wrist, like I'm playing downtown (Okay)
If a bitch act tough, put the dog in the pound
Plant the bomb on his lawn, call that shit a nuke town
What the fuck? Step back, heavy metal like a gym (Uh)
I’ll be stacking up guap, slide yo phone, swap his Sim
Had the feds pulling up, run a bitch off a net
Now I’ma take that boy's funds, put this down to his neck
Stomp a fuck boy's face in my new J1's
New AK, put his soul to a blunt (Barking)
I’ma smoke puff pass, good dope A1
Gang on lock, like the book with suns (With suns)
I’ma hop out, shoot that lil' bitch my son (My son)
Tell ‘em hop off dick, I only say shit once (I only say shit once)
I'ma take his chain, I’ma take his bitch
I'ma take your life, on your grave, I piss

[Bridge]
Gripping poles, two twin berettas
Two AK's, we body catchers
Chase em down up out his Sketchers
Take his bitch, lil' bro I'm better
Now what you think, put them down in the dirt
Blew a whole bag, on this Gucci fur coat (Fur coat)
Bitch, I’m aiming the sight, spent a band on this scope
If a fuck boy talk, I’ma slit his throat

[Chorus]
Everybody want it, but they never come through
I be taking two shots, when I aim at you
Is it blood on the scene or my red bottom shoes? (Evil empire)
When I light up a fire and I set off the fuse (Laughing all the way to the-)
Aye, run it up, run it up, bands for a black-wood
Choppa with a beam and we coming right at you
Better not scream cause we'll lock you in the bathroom
I ain't playing games little bitch, you better have food
Run it up, got a hunnid and the bands back
Playing all these hoes like a liar with a mad cap
I be getting money every day it's a mad fact
Moving to the burbs with a bitch and a hand tat