For Everybody

This shit for everybody nigga
We not the same

And I'm feeling it
Feeling a making this fifty spit
Feeling a being the villain, shit I'm not pretending boy I can ignorant
Wishing you never got into this
Boy do you know who you dealing with
I go retarded y'all party just started, will I'm pulling up and I'm ending it
Dub she a beast, that's my twin and shit, I pop a starter it boost ma adrenaline
Rollin' be rolling while picturing caskets, they faking in captions the difference
I roll with a ratchet are technique fantastic, they going and talking we drilling shit
I spent some more money, but sum more is coming I'm counting and adding ma Dividends
They know when it's started we ending it, making transactions boy I am a business man
They watching ma movement ain't seeking approval, I'm coming and stomping on any Man
We came up was looting, before all the shooting, was hitting they stash for the Benjamin's
I am a man, if I lose it again, I'm hitting they stash for the bricks again
I'm sending plays out, they bringing back food and shit
We passing plates out all up in are hood and shit
A 100 degrees still on my black hoodie shit
I want it I take it pull up on my bully shit
These niggas signing, up on they A Boogie shit
Pull up we beaming, know you felt bullets hit
Pull up and change em, really be cooking shit
Pull up we banging, no we not booking shit (Yea)

Why me, niggas they know not to try me nah
Why me, ain't fucking with niggas they grimy, nah
Why me, bitches they know not to try me, nah
Why me, ain't fucking with bitches they grimy

Ahh, y'all ride by the store, we don't got no time to patrol, but soon as we catch one they Gone
Y'all scared of these niggas be dick riding pictures, y'all might as well go give these lil Niggas some dome
Yo fam never gave you a phone, it's ringing it's on, they love you they putting you on
These bitches involving they self in the beef, so fuck it we aiming for lashes and whole
Get it done by the ton, we trapped in the dungeon, hustling picking up crumbs
We probably gone die with are gun, and die 'bout respect, so you see us just show us a Ton
I step for CB and I step for three one
Ain't choking we upping and finish thrtee-one's
I'm stalking and hawking, he see me he run
I aim it and shoot it rundown and he done
Boy ain't no hoe in us, we find out a low, then we loading and showing up
I see em I'm pushing up, like bro come here he got scared and he frozen up
So watch you bringing up, you speaking on Jay then the scene gone get left with blood
And I don't get tired hustling, my niggas still coming I know that they tired of us
Man what they still talking for, I know what I do so I left it to God I trust
Boy you cannot hang with us, you is not hard enough, you grew apart from us
We was still scandalous, seeking the trouble gone start me and damage something
I am not average, he speaking on money are commas keep adding up
Fuck what you heard thru the grapevine
I'm gaining patience it take time
Feel like I been waiting a longtime
Feel like I been gassing a long ride
Big four's and we drop five
Switch whips when it's slide time
Zip bitch we on my time
Big stick in a .forty-five

Why me, niggas they know not to try me nah
Why me, ain't fucking with niggas they grimy, nah
Why me, bitches they know not to try me, nah
Why me, ain't fucking with bitches they grimy
Why me, niggas they know not to try me nah
Why me, ain't fucking with niggas they grimy, nah
Why me, bitches they know not to try me, nah
Why me, ain't fucking with bitches they grimy

(Yea-yea)This shit for everybody
Gotta feel me, this real shit so you gotta feel me



Credits
Writer(s): Rickie Wade Jr
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