Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Day , by - Yak Gotti. Release date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Day |
| Let go the stand, I let go my ho |
| I got the whole Conley road sewed |
| We get murderous, in case you didn’t know |
| Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad |
| 7:30, they know all my folk |
| Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (Oh, yeah) |
| Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star |
| That Maybach, I’m whippin' it, nah, it’s not Audi rings |
| They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane |
| Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Ooh) |
| Slatt business, no rat business, what’s happenin'? |
| Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak), fashion statement when I’m steppin' it |
| I’m with StickBaby, stick is my preference |
| Call the young niggas and walk out at Jeffery’s |
| I’m a big gangster, drip out with etiquette |
| Dead Presis, know how that we stackin' |
| We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em |
| Maniac Gotti, I’m fresh out the blender |
| I jump out the system, I feel like Barbarian |
| Due to the fake love, Biscotti, I’m coughin' |
| I’m coughin', I need me some motherfuckin' medicine |
| Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot |
| We don’t speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant |
| Big opp' shit, ride chopsticks |
| Empty one clip, switch the cartridge |
| That’s two clips, spin the block again |
| Blue tips in the two-tone F. N |
| Blue strips on the dead presidents |
| Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since |
| Beat a murder case, it ain’t no evidence |
| Let you know not to tell a nigga again (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak) |
| Let go the stand, I let go my ho (Slatt) |
| I got the whole Conley road sewed |
| We get murderous, in case you didn’t know |
| Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad |
| 7:30, they know all my folk |
| Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (Oh, yeah) |
| Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star |
| That Maybach, I’m whippin' it, nah, it’s not Audi rings |
| They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hold on the drip) |
| Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains (Ooh) |
| Yeah, I’m rockin' Margielas, I’m droppin' the top, and I’m in all vintage (Oh, |
| yeah) |
| Yeah, she givin' the drop on the opp', so his car is all dented |
| You’ll never know what them Slimes did, never ever, just know you’ll fail the |
| mission |
| Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business (Let's go) |
| Five-star meals, now I’m sayin' my grace |
| I ain’t no ho, so you know that I’m straight |
| You can give us tests, I’m YSL-dripped down, know we gon' ace it |
| I’m wearin' all white in a red coupe, dawg, lookin' just like |
| I’m with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit so slatt business |
| Know I’ma pop it like always (Pop it), stackin' it up tall ways (Hood Baby) |
| Diamonds on Wendy’s Frosty, yeah, I been cold all day (Hood Baby) |
| All my brothers on my team, know they ball like Spalding (Hood Baby) |
| My lil' partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know I’m all in (Slatt, |
| slatt, slatt) |
| In, in when it come to you (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak) |
| Let go the stand, I let go my ho |
| I got the whole Conley road sewed |
| We get murderous, in case you didn’t know |
| Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad |
| 7:30, they know all my folk |
| Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (Oh, yeah, let’s go) |
| Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star (Hood Baby) |
| That Maybach, I’m whippin' it, nah, it’s not Audi rings (Hood Baby) |
| They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hood Baby) |
| Shot with a stick, then we blow his brains (Slatt, slatt, slatt) |
| Oh, yeah |
| Oh, yeah |
| Oh, yeah |
| Oh, yeah |