Lirik
IDK:
Mike, mike, mike, mike, wake up, nick
I know you fucking him acting off face
Sleepy shit
Come on
Nobody got fucking time for this shit
You gonna make me fucking late
Nobody turns to hang on with those dumb ass **** on late
And I swear you better not have been with that bitch
Oh God, ****
Chorus:
Guns everywhere
Shooters everywhere
Bullets in the air
I ain't even scared something they right, son ain't right
IDK:
I told you, ****, **** **** must be stupid, like I'm a smart ****, but I'm with the dump shift for real
Chorus:
Drugs everywhere, pussy everywhere, money in the air
I don't even care
So they, right?
IDK:
I love
I have in my lay back, relaxed
I got to, I can make an I go away
Eric Jamal:
Wake up!
UH! She's so wrong, but it feels so right
Just last night, got into a fight, had a knocking **** out, had to earn my stripes
I ain't no bitch
I ain't no kite shit
Don't fly when they come to my Mike next time saying, I know it's some site
I'm empty that shift
We take my life
Look, I bleed
God, please you meet him before me for my blood
He gonna bleed before my mom
He's gonna grieve
Fuck with me in the cut
Catch the fade
I'm away
Play the key
Grab the heat
Doing file
Cindy, three referees call a call
Check his pulse whistle
Blow game over me is so rest in peace (R.I.P.)
What's the job? Not a fob when your job to survive and you're not left with five
In these streets
We roll deep
We like wolves
We hush, She mean my dogs
I know leash that don't mean that
We free
This is war
This is beef
May your peace bring you peace
We scream my fuck the police
Then cockmo shit in police
We got work
We blow tree, we sips up, we pop peas
I'm fucked up
I look up G-O-D it's this solemnated big as me
I'm outside, open the door
Uh We!
Got there
That little pussy that good
She come from the suburbs
She fought with me cause I'm hood you know front, of back only, and she rode my backwards
I ain't gotta kind of on me
And she still let me fuck
When we done her phone buzz, she get up
She hush
I don't trust
She looks us like, what's up with the fuck?
She say, hush
She go down
She won't stop till I'm numb
I'm caught up
I can't come like, peace out
Keep in touch, Oh
IDK:
I did go that **** right there
I told you told you, baby goes gonna come through a guy to think he got hands on seen fight these bullets
And I want you to empty the whole clip
Don't get back in my car with bullet in I got it
Chorus:
**** Guns everywhere
Shooters everywhere
Bullets in the air
I ain't even scared something they right, son ain't right
Know, it ain't right, son ain't right
Know what I right, son
Name right? It's right
Sending right?
Drugs everywhere, pussy everywhere, money in the air
I don't even care
So they, right?
Written by: Eric Jamal Morrison
