YRN Lingo & Takeoff – All Time High (Audio, Lyrics)

YRN Lingo & Takeoff collaborate on “All Time High”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

Yrn Lingo & Takeoff All Time High

YRN Lingo and Takeoff refuse to be broken up, collaborating once more on their new joint single “All Time High”.

Lingo and Takeoff go back to when they were kids, digging in the photo books to find a suitable picture for the cover artwork and settling on one of them as children, playing games on an old-school television set. The pair of rappers are now grown, fulfilling the prophecy and working together to bring their brand of rap to the masses, dropping “All Time High” as a pair.

YRN Lingo & Takeoff – All Time High

Lyrics

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[YRN Lingo:]
Get to the bag and I go
I get done fucking your bitch and I go
Roll up a blunt full of that Runtz, feeling like I poured a four
I told her panties gotta go
She want me to take it slow
She like how the money rain on the floor
She lighten up like some twinkle toes

Most of these niggas going out sad
Man, this shit is sad
You really can’t do nothing but chase a bag
Dick riding at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they’ll take your spot
Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot
(Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot)

Snitching-ass nigga, you gon’ rot
(Snitching-ass nigga, you gon’ rot)
Can’t tell on my brother, I would not
(Can’t tell on my brother, I would not)
One of a kind, man, we so hot
(One of a kind, man, we so hot, yeah)
Can’t let these niggas break us up (Yeah)
They just mad we in the Bentley truck
Fuck around and get stumped I’m upholding your ass, playing around with us
Draw my gun if I see you moving too fast, no need to rush
Six hour flight, wake me when the plane finna land, no catching bust
Got your bitch up on her knees and I’m finna bust
Saint Laurent muddy bust
Busting out my damn jeans, and it’s not enough
Saint Laurent jeans busting out my fucking what and I’m finna what?
Man, damn

Most of these niggas going out sad
Man, this shit is sad
You really can’t do nothing but chase a bag
Dick riding at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they’ll take your spot
Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot

[Takeoff:]
Takeoff, woah, stop (Woah)
Or somebody finna get shot
‘Fore I put the cheese on top
And then we come spinning the block
Remember them days [?] when niggas was running from cops
Now I get money, no minimum wage, I’m tryna dodge the paparazzi
Wait, hold on
Swerving, I get my roll on
Outside the river, Cinderella white
And the new Patek a snowcone
If this is a sport, we taking the torch
Tell ’em good game then go home
And like a new ‘Port, we bringing the smoke
But you wanna short along
Ain’t giving my heart to none of you women so I went and painted it chrome
I’m talking ’bout the bag, I’m calling Chris Paul, so I cannot pick up the phone
She not tryna fuck, then she out of luck, the bag she had is gone
Ain’t tryna be disrespectful, baby, she just had a nasty tone
He popping them all like he feeling unstoppable, told him to change the tone
If it’s something ’bout my brother, it can be right, or it can be dead wrong
Niggas dick riding at an all-time high, y’all niggas dead wrong
Fourth of July how I’m popping that fire, you can be dead and gone

[YRN Lingo:]
Most of these niggas going out sad
Man, this shit is sad
You really can’t do nothing but chase a bag
Dick riding at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they’ll take your spot
Got an iron on me ’cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot
(Keep the iron on me ’cause it get hot)