EveryThing You Got, Pt. 2

Fuck nigga, gimme everything you muthafuckin got
Dis dat don't give it up then yo dome gettin popped
From yo pockets to yo socks
Gimme dat chain, gimme dat watch
If yeen know dis how my squad nigga mob hoe

730 is the time
Premediating crimes
Somebody gone have to die
Chicken jives
Acting like yall want sum probs.
I got ties down with the mobb
But there's no need for em now
Never gonna let the little dumb shit slide
Fraction you down like a pie
Next person you meet is jah
Scoping with the falcon eye
Until the clock strike at 9
Den ya little ass is mine
With the gauge I run behind
Blindside, with my set
Bound you up, ready for death
Tell your people run that check
Or im splittin yo damn neck
Leaving a whole bloody mess
Get the picture, fucking pest

Fuck nigga, gimme everything you muthafuckin got
Dis dat don't give it up then yo dome gettin popped
From yo pockets to yo socks
Gimme dat chain, gimme dat watch
If yeen know dis how my squad nigga mob hoe



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Thrasher Jr
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