Delving into the world of street life and excess, this track paints a picture of the artists' daily experiences. The lyrics revolve around themes of hedonism, bravado, and their uncompromising lifestyle. They talk about frequently consuming codeine syrup (referred to as 'pouring a four or six'), engaging in sexual encounters without commitment, and boasting about their weapons. The song also mentions their disregard for law enforcement, involvement in illegal activities such as drug dealing, and maintaining a tough exterior in the face of adversaries. It's an unfiltered glimpse into their reality which is filled with luxury, danger, and defiance against societal norms.
All the Time
Lyrics
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I pour a four, pour a six all the time
Eat that dick up, lil' bitch, no wine and dine
And I wanna fuck you shorty, you so fine
Lil' nigga, this a forty, ain't no nine
I pour a four, pour a six all the time
Eat that dick up, lil' bitch, no wine and dine
And I wanna fuck you shorty, you so fine
Lil' nigga, this a forty, ain't no nine
Off the drink, off the pour
Pants saggin' but it's holdin' up the pole
This a twenty-ounce soda, that's a four
Thirty-six in the brick, on the stove
Helluva made the beat, this shit cold
On the internet, you niggas actin' bold
In the streets, all you pussy niggas fold
Heard the nigga testified and the nigga told
Nigga bitches, they ain't with the shit
If she bussin' wide, I'm finna pay some rent
They from the other side, the niggas got me bent
Told my bro to slide and this nigga gettin' sent
I pour a four, pour a six all the time
Eat that dick up, lil' bitch, no wine and dine
And I wanna fuck you shorty, you so fine
Lil' nigga, this a forty, ain't no nine
I pour a four, pour a six all the time
Eat that dick up, lil' bitch, no wine and dine
And I wanna fuck you shorty, you so fine
Lil' nigga, this a forty, ain't no nine
I don't got a forty but you know I got a choppa
Gotta keep it mafia, I gotta keep it mobster
Shorty hella thick, I'ma break her off proper
Thousand dollar fit and I only eat lobster
Do the dash on twelve, now they lookin' like I lost 'em
He my favorite plug, I'm mad that I had to cross him
I'm sendin' bitches out, they my workers, I'ma boss 'em
Niggas act like bitches, all they fuckin' do is gossip
I don't talk, I just listen
Couple weeks ago, I was in the kitchen
Baggin' up grams, God is my witness
I ain't cappin', I ain't really with pretendin'
I pour a four, pour a six all the time
Eat that dick up, lil' bitch, no wine and dine
And I wanna fuck you shorty, you so fine
Lil' nigga, this a forty, ain't no nine
I pour a four, pour a six all the time
Eat that dick up, lil' bitch, no wine and dine
And I wanna fuck you shorty, you so fine
Lil' nigga, this a forty, ain't no nine (forty, ain't no nine)
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Martin Rafeal McCurtis
Copyright(s): Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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