Fat Trel - All The Way Up (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tate Kobang] His and hers Versaces ‘cause I can afford ‘em All my children is my angels so I can't abort ‘em They say Tate Ko run the city so they can't extort him And please don't ask me ‘bout my verses ‘cause you can't afford ‘em Everything been looking up, I call it heaven's graces They been knew I run it, they just wanted confirmation Got a million in my sight, that sh**'s so close, I taste it If gettin' on mean they gon' love me, I don't want to make it f** ‘em, I love it better when they work against me I f** a b**h for several hours when that perc up in me Henny and Red Bull, demons, got a bed full Hits, I got a hand full, guns, I got a crib full Sleeping on the road like what the f** I got a bed for? The lord is on my side so what the f** should I be scared for? Speak no evil, how is she gon' lead the people Desert Eagle speaking, it will leave you see-through Always been around the rock, I feel like Beanie Sigel Claiming I'm a one hitter, I don't need a sequel n***a's flow is h**n like I don't needs a needle Give a f** about how they feel because I'm all the way up [Hook: Tate Kobang] I'm all the way up That lean got it hard for me to stay up But I'm all the way up p**y n***a I'm all the way up I'm all the way up That lean got it hard to stay up But I'm all the way up I'm all the way up [Verse 2: Fat Trel] I'm all the way up I'm in Baltimore coolin' with a white guy On the block I got the heat n***a, white hot I'm just fanning in a mansion, that's a nice spot Rolex, nice watch, time, I get mine, ha Everything they said I am I am probably not I'm in the kitchen k**in' rats like this a Chinese spot And I be posted in the back where you can find the rock Dirty b**hes, p**y burning, plus it's kind of hot Dynamite, got them crack heads smoking china white Out of sight, out of mind, or it's fed time I'm in the stu, I'm k**ing sh** like it's a dead line Car full of dead black males, red the headlight Plenty fine, got them b**hes singing [?] And all them p**y n***as hatin', tell ‘em give me mine All them b**hes never loved us, tell ‘em make a line You just another side b**h, play the sideline Fine timing, plus I can read the guidelines b**hes on my Jimmy Choo, I do the wonton And you can get some Fendi boots if you can find mine Chanel purse but don't ask me what the belt worth Body dropping, blood mix well with the dirt Try to stop it n***a, just gon' get your feelings hurt Or layin' with them n***as, just gon' put you in a hearse And since that's where you wanna be just let me take a leak [Outro: Fat Trel] Hold up, me take a pee Piss on your body n***a f** you and your great grandma And I mean that I mean that sh** n***a