Yelawolf - All The Way Up Lyrics

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[Intro: Yelawolf]
Let the band play
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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 compliments
Just complimentary 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

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
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

[Verse 2: MopTop]
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

[Verse 3: CookUp Boss]
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…