YND Honcho - All Day Lyrics

The way that we living, I know it ain't right
Cho, nigga
Check me out
The way we living, catch a killing, on the block sell dope
My dawg did a drill, he full of pills, flashing out like he on coke
I heard you got the pounds, the gate kick in, I'm running through yo' door
Where yo' gun at? Better get down
Bitch lay flat on the floor
He a grimey nigga, bro'll stick you up in front yo' son
I'm telling you we get the business, cuz ain't stopping 'til it's done
We want every war, bitch tell me when have we ever lost
I'm tryna knock 'em off, pin that bitch straight to a f*ckin' cross
But you not my savior, all my respect go up to the Lord
I know a couple boys just acting hard 'til they got hit with rods
You know my team legit, I send the blicks my niggas put you up
Don't need security, I walk through this bitch, I got this glizzy tucked
Throw a 8 ball bitch and I ain't talking 'bout cocaine
That's yo' last straw, bitch know you gon' die about my name
Stuck in this shit and I can't change, bitch I been thuggin' for a minute
Invite her to my home, I kick her out soon as I'm finished
The way we living, catch a killing, on the block sell dope
My dawg did a drill, he full of pills, flashing out like he on coke
I heard you got the pounds, the gate kick in, I'm running through yo' door
Where yo' gun at? Better get down
Bitch lay flat on the floor
He a grimey nigga, bro'll stick you up in front yo' son
I'm telling you we get the business, cuz ain't stopping 'til it's done
We want every war, bitch tell me when have we ever lost
I'm tryna knock 'em off, pin that bitch straight to a f*ckin' cross
Oh he tryna scuff, you better duck, you know we play with guns
Bitch and if we do, we stomp yo' ass, it ain't no one on one
I like to bang the stick and watch him run 'cause that shit really fun to me
I'm all alone inside my home, dead bodies keep me company
You know I'm f*cked up, I'm tripping bad, really think that I need help
I'm a rapstar not a trapstar, got five grand through the mail
The ratchet make yo' back, it keep yo' mouth closed, don't tell
Young nigga doing forty years
This street life too real
The way we living, catch a killing, on the blocks sell dope
My dawg did a drill, he full of pills, flashing out like he on coke
I heard you got the pounds, the gate kick in, I'm running through yo' door
Where yo' gun at? Better get down
Bitch lay flat on the floor
He a grimey nigga, bro'll stick you up in front yo' son
I'm telling you we get the business, cuz ain't stopping 'til it's done
We want every war, bitch tell me when have we ever lost
I'm tryna knock 'em off, pin that bitch straight to a f*ckin' cross
We knock him off
I don't wan' talk, I don't wan' talk
My niggas spin, we spinnin' all day
We spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' all day
Spinnin' all day