VS. EVERYBODY

作词 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada

作曲 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada

[Intro]

(BL, bitch)

Mob vs. everybody (Mob, bitch)

BL vs. everybody (Bitch)

Slide, this not no air hockey (Slide, Slide)

Yes, I got this pocket rocket

**** no, we can't talk about it

You talk to 12 on walkie-talkie

Big dog in my house, he barkin'

Baggy jeans— (BL, bitch)

Mob vs. everybody (Mob, bitch)

BL vs. everybody (Bitch)

Slide, this not no air hockey (Slide, Slide)

Yes, I got this pocket rocket

**** no, we can't talk about it

You talk to 12 on walkie-talkie

Big dog in my house, he barkin'

Baggy jeans and—

(Damn son, where'd you find this?)

(Get the **** over here)

Glokk

Glokk

Frrat

[Chorus]

This big-ass Glock on me whеn I walk, who the **** you talkin' to? (Blah, blah, blah)

With all that action, whip out that fire, watch how that chopper shoot (With that action, with that action)

Hop out thе cut with big-ass Glock, I'm tellin' you this not no peek-a-boo (Frrat, frr, frr, Draco, Draco)

Frr, frr, frrat, frrat (Frr), nigga, that what that Uzi do (That what that Uzi do)

Say B-Whoa not as cool as you (Cool as you)

Wanna slide, but I still got school to do (Slide, slide)

Stuck to the fire like super glue (Stuck to the fire)

Blowin' O's, no hoola-hoop (Blowin' O's)

X on my face or two (X, X, X)

That bitch, she might get the boot (Blah, blah)

Rocket's on me, yeah, it's true (Yeah, bitch)

Pop my Glock, I'll pop a few (Pop my gun)

[Verse]

Cook that bitch like hot coffee, no brew (On God)

Yeah, who the **** done let y'all through? (Blah)

Glokk with the same niggas, they not new (Same niggas)

Glokk send a few shots to his crew (Few shots)

It's just BL, not no crew (BL, look)

Nigga said, "What 'bout us?" Said who? (What?)

Told 'em, "Robbin' in my roots"

Up them Glocks, I take his loot (Up them Glocks)

Yeah, 5s, throw 'em up (Yeah, 5s up)

Sticks is on, nigga, come try your luck (Bitch)

Give me all your bucks (Give me all your bucks)

Buckshot to the face, it's up (Blah)

Close your trap, it's shut (Trap, shut)

And that's enough, and that just for them flucks

**** that double cup, I'm ridin' 'round in black truck, yeah (I'm ridin' 'round in black truck)

Man, I just talked to Diesel, he said, "Stay out the way" (Said, "Stay out the way")

But I said, "Whoa, you trippin', you know I'll dirty K" (You know I get dirty)

Doin' my homework on them niggas, I'ma catch a opp by early May (Blah, blah, blah)

When I'm thinkin' 'bout KyKy and redrum, then tat up my face (Kyky and redrum)

(BL, bitch)

Mob vs. everybody (Mob, bitch)

BL vs. everybody (Bitch)

Slide, this not no air hockey (Slide, Slide)

Yes, I got this pocket rocket

**** no, we can't talk about it

You talk to 12 on walkie-talkie

Big dog in my house, he barkin'

Baggy jeans and pair of Marni (Baggy jeans)

You talk to opps, you dead probably (Dead, probably)

**** that ho, need head, Molly (Head)

Diamonds all on my damn body (Diamonds)

Baby, I'm sorry, the bread callin' (Bitch)

Nigga a plate like Red Robin (Brr, bah)

Bring the lil' thot to the spot, slut her (Bitch, bitch)

Chop somethin' up just like a barber (Chop, blah)

Jeans Robin, nigga, **** that Marni (Yeah)

Blunt fat as hell (Blah, blah), might shoot up the Shell (Might shoot)

Rebels, they Vampire, they do not care (Vampire)

Bitch, we run for mayor (Run)

We chop off your hair (We chop off your hair)

Glocks on, yeah, lil' bitch, don't need no prayer (Blah, blah)

When they see me, they don't do nothin' but stare

They shoot at the air (Frrat, frrat, frrat)

[Chorus]

This big-ass Glock on me when I walk, who the **** you talkin' to? (Blah, blah, blah)

With all that action, tellin' the nigga watch how that chopper shoot (With that action, with that action)

Hop out the cut with big-ass Glock, I'm tellin' you this not no peek-a-boo (Frrat, frr, frr, Draco, Draco)

Frr, frr, frrat, frrat (Frr), nigga, that what that Uzi do (That what that Uzi do)

Say B-Whoa not as cool as you (Cool as you)

Wanna slide, but I still got school to do (Slide, slide)

Stuck to the fire like super glue (Stuck to the fire)

Blowin' O's, no hoola-hoop (Blowin' O's)

X on my face or two (X, X, X)

That bitch, she might get the boot (Blah, blah)

Rocket's on me, yeah, it's true (Yeah, bitch)

Pop my Glock, I'll pop a few (Pop my gun)