All Around Me (Explicit)

Written by：Miles McCollum/Lexus Arnel Lewis/Keenon Daequan/Ray Jackson/Kamaiyah Johnson

Lex luger on the beat so what the f**k you think

I keep bad b**ches all around me

I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can't be straight

They tryna down me

But I don't give a f**k 'cause if my homies eatin'

I'll always be straight

They tryna clown me

But I got blunters on and I see nothin' but the money in my face

Look all around me

The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast

I made it far so I'm thankin' God

I feel like I turned a boy I'm in the car with the stars

I can't pull up I can't pocked if they ain't valet

I'm in Houston with a b**ch and her friend she gay

She don't suck dick but tonight it's all in her mouth

I just f**ked a b**ch who supposed to be my common sense

I'm so dirty I'm so f**ked up I don't give a damn

And if you owe me I need taxes like I'm uncle Sam

I keep bad b**ches all around me

I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can't be straight

They tryna down me

But I don't give a f**k 'cause if my homies eatin'

I'll always be straight

They tryna clown me

But I got blunters on and I see nothin' but the money in my face

Look all around me

The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast

Tell me how it's s'posed to go oh

My swag is on overload woah

But Lil Yachty

Row your boat row

They know us we don't know them hoes no

Got my home boys got my home girls

F**k these haters I keep livin' in my own world

I get money I flip money on my own tours

All my coupes skrrt skrrt you don't own yours

Champagne in the sky just a toast up

Dubs up high rep the coast up

Doobs too tutu gon' and add gold diggers

Woo woo I had to bring the 4 up in it

I keep bad b**ches all around me

I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can't be straight

They tryna down me

But I don't give a f**k 'cause if my homies eatin'

I'll always be straight

They tryna clown me

But I got blunters on and I see nothin' but the money in my face

Look all around me

The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast

Ayo I f**k with Lil Yachty I f**k with Lil Yachty

I'm roachin' my block but I f**k with Lil Yachty

I told Lil boat get your money and f**k these hotties

Don't worry 'bout these niggas your sh*t poppin' every party

Yeah I started from the bottom on the low

I put my homies on for sure I put my niggas on

Don't bet me on my bad note I put my niggas on

'Cause that's what I'm supposed to do

Uh I don't need no backpack ni**a I'm a real ni**a

I just want you to say I'm good

When I ask you what's the deal with your rear

They don't make 'em like that no more rare

Pull up every homie in a foreign now it's surreal

I keep bad b**ches all around me

I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can't be straight

They tryna down me

But I don't give a f**k 'cause if my homies eatin'

I'll always be straight

They tryna clown me

But I got blunters on and I see nothin' but the money in my face

Look all around me

The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast