All By My Lonely

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keed] Got it on smash Nah, real nigga shit, know what I'm sayin? (Mario) I saw myself found by you Oh, oh Oh yeah [Chorus: Lil Keed] Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe I'm going fast I'm rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes Not goin' out sad This for my bros who been here all along I got your back I dip out there all by my lonely, I don't need no nigga, I spaz Oh yeah, this a new bankroll Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes Oh yeah and I'ma keep my pole [Verse 1: Lil Keed] I'll never let you go back to what you're used to Tryna show you somethin' different, but you didn't have no clue You can have her back, bro, yeah, I been smashed, ooh-ooh It wasn't what I thought it was, yeah, I had to tell the truth Just 'cause I'm in that Bentley Don't think I won't shoot out in broad day Say Conley money be the best money Got trap houses out the four way And I ain't never been a scared, nigga All my young nigga wildin' And all I hang around is dreadheads Platted up like rastas Montana shootin' at your damn head Yeah, real top shotta He handle his business and go to bed He ain't even think about you Diamonds on your toes and nose, baby Love the way they look on you That pussy might not be talkin' 'bout nothin' But you got some good lips on you We slime 'em out, gotta slime 'em all the way can't even leave nothin' I'm with Crips, but I'm bleeding I'm posted on 250 Bleveland Hey, hey Hey, hey [Chorus: Lil Keed] Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe I'm going fast I'm rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes Not goin' out sad This for my bros who been here all along I got your back I dip out there all by my lonely, I don't need no nigga, I spaz Oh yeah, this a new bankroll Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes Oh yeah and I'ma keep my pole [Verse 2: Yung Mal] I'ma keep my pole I'ma stand ten toes Gotta ride with my bros Just like a junkie, we want smoke I done seen niggas act hard and fold Watch these niggas go out sad for these hoes The same ho fucked the gang and they gold Young nigga cold, neck full of gold I done had me some long nights on that road Trappin' hard, talkin' bout rain, sleet or the snow Gotta go hard, get a bankroll Play yo' card, nigga, be bold Seen so much shit that I never told Yeah, this shit get hard, but I never fold Thirty-two shots in the Glock, when I pop and I make 'em get low (Vrrah, get low) Bitch ain't crazy, yeah, she know who got them low (Bitch ain't crazy) I'm with Lil Keed, Hood Baby wipe your nose (Bleveland Ave) Pockets stay on swoll, haters fall like dominoes I don't fuck around, no, no, I have young niggas at your front door (Let's go) I'm in a brand new coupe, this shit so fast Got a bag, can't look back Niggas mad, I just laugh (Ha) I bust down with the hood, don't crash I bust down my wrist, just dance, huh Droppin' the top on the coupe, blowin' this cash Just like a fan [Chorus: Lil Keed] Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe I'm going fast I'm rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes Not goin' out sad This for my bros who been here all along I got your back I dip out there all by my lonely, I don't need no nigga, I spaz Oh yeah, this a new bankroll Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes Oh yeah and I'ma keep my pole