All By My Lonely (feat. Yung Mal) - Lil Keed

Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name Type of weight make a man stand on principle Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely) I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely) I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely) Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real) Yeah, Speaker Knockerz, I just ordered up, I got a hundred in Keep the mop, watch how you talk to me, bitch, I'm not one of them General for real, g-give a decree, the streets salute me Sweaty sheets, jumpin' up outta my sleep, this how we gotta go eat Safety pin apiece, cocaine resin stuck on the side of the scale Watchin' the cameras If you can deal with the smell, dealin' with paraphernal' Weight in the pale, keepin' 'em off of the trail Texture up under my nails Storm comin', bond money, inevitable that you sit in a cell I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely) I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely) I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely) Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real) Sick and tired of my phone ringin' Workin' that bitch, I'm takin' a call (hello) Workin' with bricks, I'm drivin' a car, (killer) got my body hard Big ol' stepper with a rod, shop in the mall, no bodyguard Heavy metal in my section, I'm controllin', I'm in charge It's the heavily respected, I'll take a bitch to war Bitch, I got steppers in my section, bodies on their firearms Blow the clothes off your back, boom, boom, set off car alarms C-C-Carbon with a drum, tiger, you no try to run Give a fuck 'bout your Chanel (I don't) I'm tied in with the mayor (achoo) Go sit down, went to jail I'm part of the cartel I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin' And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely) I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely) I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely) Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)

Big bro got a choppa Put that b*tch right to your collar She suckin' d*ck baby swallow Junkies put sh*t up they nostrils You wanna bag come and cop it My nigga like Batman & Robin This Xanax here got my heart throbbin' Smokin' on gas got me nauseous Wassup with these logiks I heard that Lil' ManMan the topic Pull up and we like to pop sh*t Send some shots right through ya cockpit F*ck nigga know he ain't bout shit My KB know they like to rock sh*t Run up and watch how I drop sh*t Bounce out with nothing but mop sticks (yeh) Mop sticks, hundred rounds come out these chopsticks I'm on them perks and narcotics Please don't trip I'll catch me a body Forty inside it, these skinnys can't hide it I bust down the check with the gang, divide it My brother in the chain gang they got him ridin' I seen a lot of shit but I can't talk about it I was down now I'm up, surprising My diamonds retarded this kid karate Pissy Porta Potty, run up that sack and bless everybody Lil' ManMan with me he good with that choppa All these blue hundreds my partner Seen niggas fold yeah I done lost potnas So many racks you think that I hit the lotto They told me go get 'em, I got 'em Big bro got a choppa Put that b*tch right to your collar She suckin' d*ck baby swallow Junkies put sh*t up they nostrils You wanna bag come and cop it My nigga like Batman & Robin This Xanax here got my heart throbbin' Smokin' on gas got me nauseous Wassup with these logiks I heard that Lil' ManMan the topic Pull up and we like to pop sh*t Send some shots right through ya cockpit F*ck nigga know he ain't bout shit My KB know they like to rock sh*t Run up and watch how I drop sh*t Bounce out with nothing but mop sticks (yeh) Pull up run down with them chopsticks Play with the money that sh*t get you shot qucik Smoke in the air nothin' but murder Big boy 45 make him jump like a hurdle Keep up with the pace boy you move like a turtle We live by the code forever omerta Tried selling me lies that I never heard of Clip full of hallows no tellin' who burnt him Beat up the beat like I'm Rocky How you a killer and ain't shot anybody Say you want smoke but a f*ck nigga hiding Play with them rocks like I'm mf mining We goin' forward ain't no rewinding F*ck a lil' deal Lil' ManMan not signing Sippin' on lean, changing the climate I don't want watches, I got perfecft timing Big bro got a choppa Put that b*tch right to your collar She suckin' d*ck baby swallow Junkies put sh*t up they nostrils You wanna bag come and cop it My nigga like Batman & Robin This Xanax here got my heart throbbin' Smokin' on gas got me nauseous Wassup with these logiks I heard that Lil' ManMan the topic Pull up and we like to pop sh*t Send some shots right through ya cockpit Fuck nigga know he ain't bout shit My KB know they like to rock sh*t Run up and watch how I drop sh*t Bounce out with nothing but mop sticks (yeh)

Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Woo You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Shit, I just fucked this hoe, she couldn't even take it Now she blowin' up my phone, that hoe so crazy XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence They keep leashes on they bitch They know I sent that bitch some players Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yea, keep that shit) Everything Gucci, ya dig? (woo) She wanna Gucci her heels Yeah, she a modeling bitch Lean in baby bottle You thought we was some toddlers and shit I got some twos and fews Just for a swallowin' bitch I need to own the place (what?) 'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (weah) Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey Screamin' in that Lamb' with a chop, ayy-ayy Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (woo, woo) Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay (Woo) (Talk to 'em) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Yeah, Hood Baby Ain't fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat) Watch who you trust, man 'Cause these niggas got sticky fingers (let's go) Fucked that bitch, I'll never see a ring finger She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle Money in these pockets These pockets, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin Respect I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh yeah) I'm fly as fuck soarin' through it, I ain't talking no eagle (yeah) Catch a hoe and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers So much flaws, shit, help me, I can't even look at people Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I'm a whole cheater Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah) Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah) I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah) Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions And you better keep them racks or you ain't gon' see them people 'Round you (yeah) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy)