Intro 
TouchofTrent be wildin' with it 

Verse 1: Lil Durk 
They tell me it's all love, but I love all 
I'm CashApp-in' a couple hundred whenever my brother call 
Sometimes I like to scan the ledge, feel like I'm above 'em all 
It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall 
Them niggas always with some goofies, gettin' jumped at malls 
I was tired of fuckin' hoes with one condom, I made the condom fall 
From stylin' Denim jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarves 
I fucked the whole world no matter who involved 

Chorus: Booka600 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love (You wouldn't listen) 
It's all love 

Verse 2: Lil Durk
Man, it's all love
You can't love him without my brother 'cause it's all us
I'm off a Perc, my brother Doodie off a small bust
But I'm a baller, when I pass the ball, I yell, "Hut"
Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin' nut
I talk down on the trenches, hoes know now damn well I still fuck
But the money get me insane, and I ain't know where the homie was
I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was
I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up
'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, so these niggas don't owe me nothin'
Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button
Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one-hundred
Had to detail with my dawg and he still wasn't comin'
With his gun or without his gun, I say he still not runnin'
And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hunnid, nigga

Chorus: Booka600
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love

Verse 3: Lil Durk
It's all love, I thought it was real
He took a Percocet, wasn't all tryna pop a pill
Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain't your dawg, for real
I gotta acknowledge that Lamb' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville
I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'cause I know my mama will
Different niggas, they rockin' Polo, I'm rockin' Tommy Hil'
Trenches niggas, they'll drop it all when it's time to kill
First time was a throw off on my bag when I signed the deal
They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most
I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'cause she love to choke
1942, the small bill, she love the boat
Durkio, smirk-io, yeah, she love the GOAT
Yeah, I love them G locks
Got away from mama, phony niggas I had to detox
They don't even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox
Walked up out your life with a pair of socks, that's two hunnid, that's them G socks

Chorus: Booka600
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love (You wouldn't listen)
It's all love