Everybody Faded lyrics

[Intro]

n*gga everyone faded (Grah Grah)
They thought they was gonna leave me out of this sh*t?
n*gga everyone -
BW wanna enter the chat
Momma Billz she dead in a pack

[Verse 1]

n*gga everyone faded, everyone shot
I better not see 26 on my block
He doing songs, with my opps, like, but he jacking my guys
You not my gang you don't slide or provide
If you don't got no G we can't go for the ride
Like, old friends, them n*ggas shot
KR was shaking his ass like a thot
You was just up in school tryna get you a job
Now you hopping on tracks, you ain't bopping those blocks
n*gga 5azo got shot took that sh*t on a hop
I don't know where to spin n*ggas don't got a block
All thеse link ups, they got me hot
Wе flick any block that's dissing on Dot
Like, It's a 4 man group
Walk down gang n*ggas know we gon shoot
Jenn, she gon get smacked with the deuce
Like, now everybody tryna hit that (Jenn Jenn Jenn)
I was the first tryna see what it do
Like, like grah grah grah
BW wanna enter the chat, Momma Billz, dead in a pack
Like oh my god this sh*t got me smacked
If they want me dead n*ggas know where I'm at
22 down Imma walk with my G
You could get shot in ya face tryna walk up on me
He made a diss now he sailing with Beans
We tapped his head n*ggas made him a meme
And these rapping n*ggas gotta beat
You showed me love when I came to ya Pz
With the backdoor open ya link with the Gz
Like, Like I don’t even get it
If you smoking my dead we gon make em regret it
Oh they with the Swervos? Them boys can get it
Just know, this not a diss this a message
Like, Like Grah Grah
Everything faded, everything shot
I ride with my gun it got 41 shots
We got the Lo and we shot em on spot
J5 got shot in his leg and he dropped
We got the drop Imma come to ya show
Hop out the V with sticks, poles
If nobody move then I don’t gotta blow
Chains, watches they gotta go
We take his kid then we got him a [?]
They know what we do when n*ggas dropping O’s
Humble Gz is a faggot, that n*gga gay
And I’m PFA-K I been dropping the rakes
Ray Makk that n*gga dead, I’m still Lay bopping one hand on my chest
And they management team, they getting stretched, Touch, you really know how I get
None of yall artists is really a threat
Ya n*ggas pus*y (Like none of yall artists is really a threat)
Like you really know how I get, like them n*ggas kids