Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All The Way Up , by - Yelawolf. Release date: 28.03.2019
Song language: English
All The Way Up |
| I hardly expected to target you bitches |
| I guess it’s time for me to whip it (Time for me to whip it) |
| Whip it out on you like I got Tourette’s with a weapon |
| Now who’s gonna fill it? |
| (Fill it?) |
| I ain’t no battle rapper, I’m a war veteran |
| Of course I gotta get him, the chord, the sentiment |
| With the floor, the residence gold, pure gold |
| What am I saying? |
| That I am rich |
| That I got a lot of pretty shit |
| No, I’m not, but, yes, I do |
| 'Cept I don’t need no complements |
| Just complementary head from your lady when I’m in Paris, thanks |
| That’s Oman and Paris colors on my drip, bitch, don’t touch the wet paint, uh |
| Impala lookin' like a bowl of water that just spilled all over the pavement |
| (Trill) |
| Cook-up in the mop top, motherfucker, that’s rocks |
| Slumerican made men (Trill) |
| Somebody opened up the door to the Chevy, let Yelawolf out of the cage-in |
| I’ma walk through the club in some alligator hide, you would think it was Cajun |
| If you still hating, your pussy’s on display then |
| My bulls are on parade and my machine is always raging |
| Them boys, they got that Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page’n |
| You think you 'bout it 'bout it now |
| 'Til a pack of my hounds crawl out of that basement |
| I’m all the way up, don’t let your pride get you folded 'cause |
| I’m all the way down, bitch, you think that I won’t tote it then |
| You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy |
| 'Cause I’m all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt |
| All the way up, don’t let your pride get you folded 'cause |
| I’m all the way down, bitch, you think that I won’t tote it then |
| You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy |
| 'Cause I’m all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt |
| Ayy, I gotta do the speed limit, look, trust me |
| Cutting the hair, tryna give it a mullet |
| Pocket Rick Ross, baby, I think I’m hustlin' |
| Dope was so strong, made the J hit the dougie |
| Don’t want the recognition, just the money |
| Strap always with me, I’m keeping it currently |
| Bae get it with me, ain’t takin' it from me |
| She on the board like Coyote Ugly |
| Woke up and ate, lit like dentist |
| It’s lookin' like you haven’t ate in a minute |
| And how it seems, at the rate that we winnin' |
| Yeah, the Slumboy go to state to you niggas |
| Draymond with the Draco, turn your fitted cap to a halo |
| Las Veg' flow, I don’t gamble, but your best bet is to lay low, okay |
| You might get whiplash, whip pass |
| Ride 'til the whip crash, Six Flags |
| Pistol no kick back, get back |
| Get 'em smart like zigzag real fast |
| Pull up like a gym class, gym bag |
| Turnin' up to the max, make 'em feel that |
| I been doing kickback, get racks |
| Run it all the way up on they bitch ass |
| I’m all the way up, don’t let your pride get you folded 'cause |
| I’m all the way down, bitch, you think that I won’t tote it then |
| You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy |
| 'Cause I’m all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt |
| All the way up, don’t let your pride get you folded 'cause |
| I’m all the way down, bitch, you think that I won’t tote it then |
| You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy |
| 'Cause I’m all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt |
| I just keep working my wrist |
| I got no time for these bitches |
| They treatin' me like I’m a star |
| I can’t stay out of my kitchen |
| I used to re-up on Liston |
| And piece 'em on Eighth |
| I come from straight out the projects |
| Now I’m Slumerican made |
| CookUp Boss, I’m not a rapper |
| I represent for all the trappers |
| Balling hard like I’m a pastor |
| On the low, dirty bastard |
| Used to be broke, I’m up now |
| Wolf call a play, it’s a touchdown |
| Ain’t nothin' fuckin' with us now |
| Nigga want smoke then it’s up there |
| I’m here to make the trap great again |
| I want the front and the backend |
| I got my rank and my bank up |
| My migo need somewhere to back in |
| I’m so addicted to trappin' |
| Niggas keep tellin' me tap in |
| I see the hate in your face |
| Trife Life got they ass in 'cause… |
| I’m all the way up, don’t let your pride get you folded 'cause |
| I’m all the way down, bitch, you think that I won’t tote it then |
| You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy |
| 'Cause I’m all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt |
| All the way up, don’t let your pride get you folded 'cause |
| I’m all the way down, bitch, you think that I won’t tote it then |
| You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy |
| 'Cause I’m all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt |