EVERYBODY HIT (feat. Twan EBK)
Ayy, xay I don't give a fuck about none of that shit, nigga
Free the fucking guys, man
What the fuck going on
Niggas better not be there when I come through
Don't give a fuck who you is, you get hit too, nigga
Better not be on that fucking side, nigga, what the fuck
Turn that bitch up, DeNiro
Then I start it real fast
If my man got dropped, I'ma go get back
Why your man got dropped, they ain't go get back
You thinking you slimey, get shot in the back
Got a big ass Glock, that hit like a mac
He try to run we gon fuck up his back
Wanna hop out the whip, bitch, I'ma quit to attack
Bitch, I'ma swing on my door, niggas know why I'm mad
He got hit with a, bitch, I'ma fall on his back
He got hit with a, bitch, now his ass runnin track
He got hit with a, bitch, where the fuck is you at
300 Blackout Knockin off hats
I'm not in the mood, stop callin my phone
Went bitch on the fuck, so he leave me alone
He got shot in his back, but it went through his dome
When the drac get to spittin it sound like my song
Like twan stop spinnin you know that you wrong
Like a twan keep ride, but you know that you gone
But I'm never gonna die, I'm on what you on
But I'm never gonna die, I'm on what you on
Yeah, hop out the whip, hawk down on feet
Flashlight on the stick with a Tan gen 3
That nigga a bitch, why he coppin' the Plea
Just cause he ain't see me, don't think shit sweet
Drake with the stock, Keltec red beam
If he try some shit, we gon' pull him to sleep
The whole clique try, we doin' a sweep
Nigga Still ain get back for that one lil shit
I catch a lil' nigga, I'm droppin' his ass
Twan push the whip, we ridin
In fast, my trap bitch bad you know she got class
Ain't kill one, you know I'ma blast
Ride thru the B, go get us some gas
Slide up with no tint yo whip gon crash
I Catch that lil' nigga, we beatin' his ass
Twan Bring the drac, Im 620, EBK 62
You know I ain't a hoe
Walk down shit with a Big Nic-4
You get in some beef, go get you a pole
When we dumpin the mac opps gotta get low
2 Sticks, four handles, give me a soul
Knock down a whole clique, Like we do in a bowl
Got too many bodies, I need me some more
Free the fucking guys, man
What the fuck going on
Niggas better not be there when I come through
Don't give a fuck who you is, you get hit too, nigga
Better not be on that fucking side, nigga, what the fuck
Turn that bitch up, DeNiro
Then I start it real fast
If my man got dropped, I'ma go get back
Why your man got dropped, they ain't go get back
You thinking you slimey, get shot in the back
Got a big ass Glock, that hit like a mac
He try to run we gon fuck up his back
Wanna hop out the whip, bitch, I'ma quit to attack
Bitch, I'ma swing on my door, niggas know why I'm mad
He got hit with a, bitch, I'ma fall on his back
He got hit with a, bitch, now his ass runnin track
He got hit with a, bitch, where the fuck is you at
300 Blackout Knockin off hats
I'm not in the mood, stop callin my phone
Went bitch on the fuck, so he leave me alone
He got shot in his back, but it went through his dome
When the drac get to spittin it sound like my song
Like twan stop spinnin you know that you wrong
Like a twan keep ride, but you know that you gone
But I'm never gonna die, I'm on what you on
But I'm never gonna die, I'm on what you on
Yeah, hop out the whip, hawk down on feet
Flashlight on the stick with a Tan gen 3
That nigga a bitch, why he coppin' the Plea
Just cause he ain't see me, don't think shit sweet
Drake with the stock, Keltec red beam
If he try some shit, we gon' pull him to sleep
The whole clique try, we doin' a sweep
Nigga Still ain get back for that one lil shit
I catch a lil' nigga, I'm droppin' his ass
Twan push the whip, we ridin
In fast, my trap bitch bad you know she got class
Ain't kill one, you know I'ma blast
Ride thru the B, go get us some gas
Slide up with no tint yo whip gon crash
I Catch that lil' nigga, we beatin' his ass
Twan Bring the drac, Im 620, EBK 62
You know I ain't a hoe
Walk down shit with a Big Nic-4
You get in some beef, go get you a pole
When we dumpin the mac opps gotta get low
2 Sticks, four handles, give me a soul
Knock down a whole clique, Like we do in a bowl
Got too many bodies, I need me some more
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Writer(s): Xavier Williams
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