Rod Wave - All Week lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - All Week lyrics]
Mama, Zachary makin' beats again
Pipe that shit up, TnT d major, baby
Yeah, youngin' rah
Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me
Don't book me at no show
Can't bring my Glock in this bitch
DJ, stop the beat
Who let a opp in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat? It's
Gettin' hot in this bitch i said
Who hit the heat? It's gettin'
Hot in this bitch
Glock 21, thirty shots in my shit
I'm on the highway with Maijay
He gon' bop on some shit
Nigga play, he get knocked out
His socks in this bitch, yeah
His name Maijay, they call him MJ
He trynna dunk on a fella
He keep 23 with him, he screamin' 23 forever
I told my lady to be patient
I'ma get my shit together
On the road doin' shows
We on a whole other level
And we tour bus slidin', pedal to the metal
Staring out the window like I gotta do better
Thinking 'bout my kinfolks
Wishin' I can help 'em but I'm only one man
Already too much on my schedule
Too much on my schedule, I do what I can do
It be too much on my brain
Wish I can live inside the booth
I'm in Atlanta with my troops
Let's go in and wreck the booth
Tone just poured another deuce
I'm moving slowly off the juice
Hope I don't OD off the juice
But it is what it is (What up)
Thinking 'bout my mama and kids
Ain't life a bitch? (Ain't life a bitch?)
I was just bottom-boy surviving
Fucked 'round and got rich
Now I got a reason to live i'm living large
Three-car garage with a house on the hill
(House on the hill)
I talk to Shod, he tell me, "Rod
I'ma lay of the pills"
When you come home it gon' be on
I'ma get you a deal
I promise dawg, it's only up from here
Too much on my brain, mane
That pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week
(All week)
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me
(yeah) don't book me at no show
Can't bring my Glock in this bitch
DJ, stop the beat
Who let a opp in this bitch? (yeah)
Say, who hit the heat? It's
Gettin' hot in this bitch
(It's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah)
I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin'
Hot in this bitch
(It's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah)
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit
(It's 30 shots in my shit, yeah, it's
30 shots in my shit, yeah, grra)
Yeah yeah, dawg, ah
Yeah, dawg i'm chasin' money, city-to-city
State-to-state, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get this shit twisted dude
You feel me?
Pipe that shit up, TnT d major, baby
Yeah, youngin' rah
Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me
Don't book me at no show
Can't bring my Glock in this bitch
DJ, stop the beat
Who let a opp in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat? It's
Gettin' hot in this bitch i said
Who hit the heat? It's gettin'
Hot in this bitch
Glock 21, thirty shots in my shit
I'm on the highway with Maijay
He gon' bop on some shit
Nigga play, he get knocked out
His socks in this bitch, yeah
His name Maijay, they call him MJ
He trynna dunk on a fella
He keep 23 with him, he screamin' 23 forever
I told my lady to be patient
I'ma get my shit together
On the road doin' shows
We on a whole other level
And we tour bus slidin', pedal to the metal
Staring out the window like I gotta do better
Thinking 'bout my kinfolks
Wishin' I can help 'em but I'm only one man
Already too much on my schedule
Too much on my schedule, I do what I can do
It be too much on my brain
Wish I can live inside the booth
I'm in Atlanta with my troops
Let's go in and wreck the booth
Tone just poured another deuce
I'm moving slowly off the juice
Hope I don't OD off the juice
But it is what it is (What up)
Thinking 'bout my mama and kids
Ain't life a bitch? (Ain't life a bitch?)
I was just bottom-boy surviving
Fucked 'round and got rich
Now I got a reason to live i'm living large
Three-car garage with a house on the hill
(House on the hill)
I talk to Shod, he tell me, "Rod
I'ma lay of the pills"
When you come home it gon' be on
I'ma get you a deal
I promise dawg, it's only up from here
Too much on my brain, mane
That pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week
(All week)
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me
(yeah) don't book me at no show
Can't bring my Glock in this bitch
DJ, stop the beat
Who let a opp in this bitch? (yeah)
Say, who hit the heat? It's
Gettin' hot in this bitch
(It's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah)
I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin'
Hot in this bitch
(It's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah)
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit
(It's 30 shots in my shit, yeah, it's
30 shots in my shit, yeah, grra)
Yeah yeah, dawg, ah
Yeah, dawg i'm chasin' money, city-to-city
State-to-state, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get this shit twisted dude
You feel me?