All the Way Home - Trippie Redd, Bobby Biz, Major Zoe

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)

I 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 niggas that tote double 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