Back to Top

Rod Wave - All Week Lyrics

theme

Rod Wave - All Week Lyrics
Official




(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(D. Major, baby)
Yeah, youngin', rah

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me
Don't book me at no show, can't bring my Glock in this bitch
Dj, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
Glock 21, thirty shots in my shit

I'm on the highway with Majay, he gon' bop on some shit
Nigga play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch, yeah
And then Majay they call him MJ, he trynna dunk on a fella
He keep .23 with him, he screamin' twenty-three forever
I told my lady to be patient, I'ma get my shit together
On the road doin' shows, we on a whole 'nother level
And we tour bus slidin', pedal to the metal
Starring out the window like I gotta do better
Thinking 'bout my kinfolks, wishin' I can help 'em
But I'm only one man, already too much on my schedule
Too much on my schedule, I do what I can do
It be too much on my brain, wish I can live inside the booth
I'm in Atlanta with my troops, let's go in and wreck the booth
Tone just poured another deuce, I'm moving slowly off the juice
Hope I don't OD off the juice
But it is what it is (what up?)
Thinking 'bout my momma and kids, ain't life a bitch? (Ain't life a bitch?)
I was just bottom-boy surviving, f*cked 'round and got rich
Now I got a reason to live
I'm living large, three-car garage with a house on the hill (house on the hill)
I talk to Shahd, he tell me, "Rod, I'ma lay of the pills"
When you come home it gon' be on, I'ma get you a deal
I promise dawg, it's only up from here

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week (all week)
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me (yeah)
Don't book me at no show, can't bring my Glock in this bitch (yeah)
Dj, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch? (Yeah)
Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(It's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah)
I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch (yeah)
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit
(It's thirty shots in my shit, yeah, it's thirty shots in my shit, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, dawg, ah, mh
Yeah, dawg
I'm chasin' money, city-to-city (yeah, dawg)
State-to-state, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get this shit twisted dude, you feel me?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(D. Major, baby)
Yeah, youngin', rah

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me
Don't book me at no show, can't bring my Glock in this bitch
Dj, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
Glock 21, thirty shots in my shit

I'm on the highway with Majay, he gon' bop on some shit
Nigga play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch, yeah
And then Majay they call him MJ, he trynna dunk on a fella
He keep .23 with him, he screamin' twenty-three forever
I told my lady to be patient, I'ma get my shit together
On the road doin' shows, we on a whole 'nother level
And we tour bus slidin', pedal to the metal
Starring out the window like I gotta do better
Thinking 'bout my kinfolks, wishin' I can help 'em
But I'm only one man, already too much on my schedule
Too much on my schedule, I do what I can do
It be too much on my brain, wish I can live inside the booth
I'm in Atlanta with my troops, let's go in and wreck the booth
Tone just poured another deuce, I'm moving slowly off the juice
Hope I don't OD off the juice
But it is what it is (what up?)
Thinking 'bout my momma and kids, ain't life a bitch? (Ain't life a bitch?)
I was just bottom-boy surviving, f*cked 'round and got rich
Now I got a reason to live
I'm living large, three-car garage with a house on the hill (house on the hill)
I talk to Shahd, he tell me, "Rod, I'ma lay of the pills"
When you come home it gon' be on, I'ma get you a deal
I promise dawg, it's only up from here

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep
I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep
For seven days, I've been at it all week (all week)
Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me (yeah)
Don't book me at no show, can't bring my Glock in this bitch (yeah)
Dj, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch? (Yeah)
Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(It's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah)
I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch (yeah)
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit
(It's thirty shots in my shit, yeah, it's thirty shots in my shit, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, dawg, ah, mh
Yeah, dawg
I'm chasin' money, city-to-city (yeah, dawg)
State-to-state, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get this shit twisted dude, you feel me?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Alshakur Zachary Planter, Antonio Ramos, David Barthellmy, Paul Holland, Rodarius M. Green, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
LyricFind

Back to: Rod Wave



Rod Wave All Week Video

Tags:
No tags yet