Everybody Gone Shoot lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t wild, dawg
Blowin' good, blowin' good

[Chorus]
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your f*ckin' women broad, then you f*ckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot (They gon' shoot)
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your f*ckin' women broad, then you f*ckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap 'cause everybody gon' shoot (Scream)

[Verse 1]
I gotta shoot up your block, n*gga, get your own block, n*gga
Always sell yay, so I flip my own guap, n*gga
f*ck are you f*ck boys?
These chains cut boys
Will I let my goons lose you or you'll get touched, boy?
Call me the Juicy man, I ain't scared to shoot, man
Realest n*gga in the game, call me truth, man
I'm not a star, b*tch, but I'm like a star, b*tch
Ol' school Chevy, ride with thirties, this the car, b*tch
Charge 'em to the fullest, chicks wanna get with me
In the strip club tryna get some pus*y (pus*y)
In my shows, f*ckin' hoes, workin' in the kitchen
Call it what you want, man, that's how litty
[Chorus]
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your f*ckin' women broad, then you f*ckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot (They gon' shoot)
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your f*ckin' women broad, then you f*ckin' with the truth (Yeah)
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap 'cause everybody gon' shoot (We heavy in the streets, b*tch)

[Verse 2]
I took my ho to Magic, checkin', bought some bricks and blow
Triple beans and makin' soda in the studio
n*ggas trippin' 'cause we took to Hollywood (Went to Hollywood)
I ain't tryna be no actor, I'm tryna get a plug (n*gga, get a plug)
'Cause a OG kusher, n*gga smoker (n*gga smoker)
Had the weed of in the ties of a cheeseburger (Cheeseburger)
All in Cali', you can get the Ps for the low (Ps for the low)
And you ain't gotta ask the question, "Is this sh*t some dro?" (Is this sh*t some dro?)
And if you wanna freak, get high, got them big bags (Big bags)
What you see? I see kind of them Xanax (them Xanax)
Movin' pills, mixin' with liquor, make you panic (Panic)
I work so hard for this Wock', so I got that (I got that)

[Chorus]
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your f*ckin' women broad, then you f*ckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot (They gon' shoot)
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your f*ckin' women broad, then you f*ckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot