Trippie Redd, Major Zoe, Bobby Biz - All The Way Home lyrics

Yeah big 14, nigga
Haha, that way yeah, yeah (AKATrae)
All the, all the way, all the, all the way
Way home all the way, way home
All the way, haha yeah, ayy

I been on the road, baby all the way home
Glistenin' in gold, baby, all the way home
Got a couple records sold, baby
On the way home
Ayy, made it on my own, baby
All the way home
Yeah yeah, all the way, all the way
All the way yeah
All the way, all the way, all the way yeah
All the way, all the way, yeah, home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just fucked your bitch and took
Her all the way home
I just got the cash and took
It all the way home
I just hit the stash and took
It all the way home
I just hit the trap and took
It all the way home we don't fuck with rats
We keep all them straps, all them straps
Diamonds on my neck, now I'm fresh
I just fucked your bitch, now she your ex
Every single month we change the lingo
I gotta stack them chips
I'm talkin' pringles
I'm sorry ladies, I ain't even single
My bitch get hella pissy when I'm in gold
Yeah

I been on the road, baby all the way home
Glistenin' in gold, baby, all the way home
Got a couple records sold, baby
On the way home
Ayy, made it on my own, baby
All the way home
Yeah yeah, all the way, all the way
All the way yeah
All the way, all the way, all the way yeah
(Hey) all the way, all the way, yeah, home
(Two sides, two sides)

Bitch just left the bank and brought
It all the way home (I did)
Came from the mud, I did this shit on my own
(I did) late nights in the stu'
I put my heart in these songs (Hey)
I can't lie, I'm lit up in this bitch
I'm all in my zone feet up, sittin' back
While I change up my scenery
I don't really trust these niggas
They not who they pretend to be
But I love all my brothers that
Could tote like they Pistol Pete
Yeah you better watch how you talk
Or you get left a mystery, yeah yeah
I can't lie, I can tell that you feelin' me
(yeah, yeah)
When you stepped in, had to say some'
Was killin' me (yeah, yeah)
I'm a G, I can't let you belittle me (No)
I'm that nigga
Tell me what else it really be
On the way home, yeah we on the way home
I just gotta get that check on the way home
Shawty she gon' give me neck on the way home
Yeah, bad Bobby get her wet on the way home

I been on the road, baby all the way home
Glistenin' in gold, baby, all the way home
Got a couple records sold, baby
On the way home
Ayy, made it on my own, baby
All the way home
Yeah yeah, all the way, all the way
All the way yeah
All the way, all the way, all the way yeah
All the way, all the way, yeah, home

AKATrae