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All Out

Tryna ball out going all out tryna ball out yaa

(Hook) 1
I say bitch I’m tryna ball out
Tryna stack this shit up to the wall now
Bitch bet not play ya we can fall out
Shooters onna payroll I can call now
I’m going all out
Ain stopping till I’m dead or till they all gone
Ex’s out the way ya nomore fall downs
SK onna way and he can’t fall now

(Verse) 1
I’m on my way no I can’t fall now
Been through some things to get thi place I gotta ball now
Turning heads up in tht wraith I make em bow down
You drop sum bread on top this face I raw em all out yaa
I pulled up dripping in designer with my dawgs yaa yaa
With the the shits that nigga mugging flush em out yaa yaa
I was just down up in them trenches ain have nothing yaa yaa
Now all my dawgs up in the fences felling like nothing yaa yaa
Now I got me sum money bitch I’m running thangs
Keep thumbing keep it coming yea them rubber bands
More money more money yea I’m the money man
Double up and don’t fumble it I’m cashing out cause I wanted it aye

(Hook)2
I say bitch I’m tryna ball out
Tryna stack this shit up to the wall now
Bitch bet not play ya we can fall out
Shooters onna payroll I can call now
I’m going all out
Ain stopping till I’m dead or till they all gone
Ex’s out the way ya nomore fall downs
SK onna way and he can’t fall now

(Hook)2
Bitch I’m on allat crack ya wit a ball bat
Youngin ain’t been actin he been trapping tryna call shit
Panoramic roofs lately I been on sum boss shit
Swerving in that coup ducking pot holes
Fuck the law shit
I done ran it up i done ran it up yeah
I been going up I say I been going up yeah
Dripping on that lit bitch she just want me cause I’m up
Icey ass tf I say I got hell of bucks yea yea
Chase them riches stack up flip it
Run it up yea yea
Want stop cooking Inna kitchen
Till I’m number one yea yea
Check this ice out bitch it’s glistening
Like the sun yea yea
Say all I wanted was them digits yea yea yea yeaaa

(Hook) 3
I say bitch I’m tryna ball out
Tryna stack this shit up to the wall now
Bitch bet not play ya we can fall out
Shooters onna payroll I can call now
I’m going all out
Ain stopping till I’m dead or till they all gone
Ex’s out the way ya nomore fall downs
SK onna way and he can’t fall now

Written by:
Michael Martin, Vincent Clarke, Paul Hartnoll, Louise Fisher

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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