Everybody K

Glrah, Glrahhh
Glrah Glrah boom nigga
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang

Niggas hating they know I'm the one
So you know I gotta stay with a gun
Back out the knocks, throwing like the suns
Niggas be bummy, niggas be my sons
If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi
If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi

Let's talk on the facts I been got back, them bullets was scraping his cap
He was ducking his taco, I had running laps
He was dropping the knocks, had him running fast
Taking risk, for the gang
Niggas switch, niggas change
Heart cold, can't hang
We could link up our bullets gone bang
Niggas see me, and they running
Jacking Gzzly, hit his stomach
I just up it, at his muffin
Hit his top, that's concussions
Shooting movies, no productions
Hollows hit em, no discussion
Know a opp that got shot in his chest
Wearing fake drip that shit need a rest

Niggas hating they know I'm the one
So you know I gotta stay with a gun
Back out the knocks, throwing like the suns
Niggas be bummy, niggas be my sons
If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi
If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi

Start blacking, start blasting
Im the nigga that's causing havoc
My gun, automatic, clear the scene shit is tragic
And I'm madness, two chops, shit is magic
When I see em you know ima pack em
Last opp got put in the past tense
Niggas movies, niggas cappin
Hop out and I clap em
Niggas pussy, they be faggots
When I spot em, they be gasping
Did a shooting, now I'm laughing
Get back, now I'm bragging
Big knocks, then I'm sagging
Chest shot, he a fraction
Like What

Nigga got hit with the knocks
This Glock with a beam, I spot em I got em, drop em flock em
Free all the guys, make sure they unlock em
Bro on his ass, then you know ima block em
Two guns up, ima shock em
Bullets start flying, ima knock em
Spin through the Have, with the shotgun
Face of the Bronx, you is not one

I know old heads ain't left the block in years they still old
Spun through da have, inside a sto I ain't have a license I still drove
I seen niggas go through the most to try prove they real and still told
Bro left the hood to fuck a model bitch y'all could never have and y'all still trolled

I know it's active, you don't even know who clapping, the city ain't ever done
You think it's sweet cause a nigga got put on parole, but he still ride with his gun
The niggas diss bro just stay on the block with they man's, they scared to walk they son
I know a Nigga ran in the precinct, cut the vid on he ran out
I know a opp got hit with da car, they ran him over cause he ran his mouth
Them niggas diss bro, know they gotta carry they gun so they scared to carry they child
You think it's time to lack on that back block, lil bro come blick that down
You could uh been around with a big stash, but you ran off with a pound
You could've missed it how fast it happened, it sound like fireworks made sound
I fucked the block bitches gave drops, cause I finally flew they ass outta town
I ain't gone send em no money, cause I know his ass ain't no killer he sittin around
I ain't gone send a pretty bitch for em, cause a ugly bitch gone bring em out
In da X that shit like laser tag, I had a red tracer in my clip
Chase em down, I watched his ass fall, I thought he never slip
Glock go blakka ta, dat choppa knock 'em down, he ain't shit
Bro cut off da dreads, dey said extensions, but niggas flipped
I had to upgrade all the guns, I hate niggas so much I need automatics
One my man's came round with a mac 11 I asked hm if I could have it
I ain't finna blick at you for no bitch bro, you know the vibes bro you could have her
Before jail calls, I sat with bro on real calls and talked to em for hours
I showed lil bros a lil micro and said it's y'all's don't tell nobody
They tried to squash a beef through a mutual friend, linked up and they still shot em
You would uh thought he'd had a hit by now, but his ass just still whining
You won't believe the ones be disrespecting the most be really dying

Lil threat nem' out dat window
Why you talk to pillows
Bet' not let them get you
Better keep yo' pistol
Know they tryna kill you, you better look inside that mirror
Everybody killers, this shit different streets glitching
Everybody dead, if you around then you official
Errybody fled, I seen a nigga run with his pistol
Everybody could get it, Ion care if I knew yo' ass since children
Everybody dead, the Killers talking you betta listening