Everybody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, niggas be cap
They cannot rap
Sending the link on the gram and the snap
Where are you from?
Look on the map
Put on the bracelets, they're water like tap
Nigga keep singing, they think Im a sap
Jump in the crowd, I aint giving out dap
Hit from the back and her booty cheeks clap
Nigga sneak dissing, then we are in route
That is yo spouse
Dick in her mouth
You was the one on the gram chasing clout
I was in school but I took another route
Now we the niggas that pop on the south
Shout out the fam
Im going ham
Nigga keep talking but I dont give no damn
I put the bitch on the block and she slam
Get out of there, it's a jam, woah
I dont wanna have a daughter
Beat a bitch back out, now Im her father
Drench holyfield, but I used to be a scholar
Pop my collar, yeah pop my collar
Bobby Boucher, yeah the bitch got water
No, I cannot walk down the alter
2500 on the jeans, they're altered
Gave her 500, now the bitch think I bought her
Everybody that be on the south, wanna rap
Everybody that be on the south, wanna trap
Niggas always claim the wrong hood, get a map
Slimey as bitch, wipe you out like baps
When I send a message, gotta send it all caps
And my plug name Sanchez, not Tat
Middle school snitching on me, nigga been a rat
Nigga hating on me, hit his bitch from the back, yeah
Everybody really wanna rap
Everybody, everybody really tryna trap, woah
Everybody really having packs
Everybody say they having swag but they not, woah
Everybody getting big racks
Everybody fucking on a real big nat, woah
Everybody chasing them racks
Everybody, everybody chasing them racks (OH MY GOD!)
Everybody came through the back
Everybody with me, yeah they came through the back
Everybody with me got a whole lotta stacks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
Everybody stab you in the back
Everybody, everybody stab you in the back, woah
Everybody running up racks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
Everybody wanna be 4
Everybody tryna get a feature with the bro, woah
Everybody stealing my flow
Everybody, everybody say they cut throat, woah
Everybody tryna be slime
Everybody, everybody wasting my time
Everybody wanna do crimes
Everybody throwing up big gang signs
Everybody really wanna drip
Everybody say they got the fire on they hip
Everybody wanna hit the club, get a VIP
Everybody wanna pop xans, smoke zips, yeah
Everybody wanna be the same
I cannot kick it, you niggas are lame
You come to the hood and you tucking yo chain
Dissing the gang, we gon' shoot at yo brains
You not a singer, get locked up, you sing
He had it on him, aint leave how he came
You niggas sweet like some candy, no cane
She call me daddy but she not my main, yeah
Im in the booth with lil Richie
You are not fye, boy you suck like a hickie
Everybody hate me, they all wanna diss me
Everybody boujee and everybody picky, yeah
Everybody really wanna rap
Everybody, everybody really tryna trap, woah
Everybody really having packs
Everybody say they having swag but they not, woah
Everybody getting big racks
Everybody fucking on a real big nat, woah
Everybody chasing them racks
Everybody, everybody chasing them racks
Everybody came through the back
Everybody with me, yeah they came through the back
Everybody with me got a whole lotta stacks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
Everybody stab you in the back
Everybody, everybody stab you in the back, woah
Everybody running up racks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
That's cap!
Yeah, niggas be cap
They cannot rap
Sending the link on the gram and the snap
Where are you from?
Look on the map
Put on the bracelets, they're water like tap
Nigga keep singing, they think Im a sap
Jump in the crowd, I aint giving out dap
Hit from the back and her booty cheeks clap
Nigga sneak dissing, then we are in route
That is yo spouse
Dick in her mouth
You was the one on the gram chasing clout
I was in school but I took another route
Now we the niggas that pop on the south
Shout out the fam
Im going ham
Nigga keep talking but I dont give no damn
I put the bitch on the block and she slam
Get out of there, it's a jam, woah
I dont wanna have a daughter
Beat a bitch back out, now Im her father
Drench holyfield, but I used to be a scholar
Pop my collar, yeah pop my collar
Bobby Boucher, yeah the bitch got water
No, I cannot walk down the alter
2500 on the jeans, they're altered
Gave her 500, now the bitch think I bought her
Everybody that be on the south, wanna rap
Everybody that be on the south, wanna trap
Niggas always claim the wrong hood, get a map
Slimey as bitch, wipe you out like baps
When I send a message, gotta send it all caps
And my plug name Sanchez, not Tat
Middle school snitching on me, nigga been a rat
Nigga hating on me, hit his bitch from the back, yeah
Everybody really wanna rap
Everybody, everybody really tryna trap, woah
Everybody really having packs
Everybody say they having swag but they not, woah
Everybody getting big racks
Everybody fucking on a real big nat, woah
Everybody chasing them racks
Everybody, everybody chasing them racks (OH MY GOD!)
Everybody came through the back
Everybody with me, yeah they came through the back
Everybody with me got a whole lotta stacks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
Everybody stab you in the back
Everybody, everybody stab you in the back, woah
Everybody running up racks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
Everybody wanna be 4
Everybody tryna get a feature with the bro, woah
Everybody stealing my flow
Everybody, everybody say they cut throat, woah
Everybody tryna be slime
Everybody, everybody wasting my time
Everybody wanna do crimes
Everybody throwing up big gang signs
Everybody really wanna drip
Everybody say they got the fire on they hip
Everybody wanna hit the club, get a VIP
Everybody wanna pop xans, smoke zips, yeah
Everybody wanna be the same
I cannot kick it, you niggas are lame
You come to the hood and you tucking yo chain
Dissing the gang, we gon' shoot at yo brains
You not a singer, get locked up, you sing
He had it on him, aint leave how he came
You niggas sweet like some candy, no cane
She call me daddy but she not my main, yeah
Im in the booth with lil Richie
You are not fye, boy you suck like a hickie
Everybody hate me, they all wanna diss me
Everybody boujee and everybody picky, yeah
Everybody really wanna rap
Everybody, everybody really tryna trap, woah
Everybody really having packs
Everybody say they having swag but they not, woah
Everybody getting big racks
Everybody fucking on a real big nat, woah
Everybody chasing them racks
Everybody, everybody chasing them racks
Everybody came through the back
Everybody with me, yeah they came through the back
Everybody with me got a whole lotta stacks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
Everybody stab you in the back
Everybody, everybody stab you in the back, woah
Everybody running up racks
Everybody, everybody running up racks
That's cap!
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Dugan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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