Everybody K ft. Chevy Love Lyrics

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, they said "extensions", but niggas flipped

I had to upgrade all the guns, I hate niggas so much I need automatics

One of my man's came round with a mac 11 I asked him 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