Everybody K lyrics

[Intro]
(Shoutout Yamaica)
(Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
n*ggas hatin', they know I'm the one (They know)
So you know I gotta stay with a gun
Back out the knocks, throwin' like the Suns (Like what?)
n*ggas be bummy, n*ggas be my sons (Word to my mother)
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 (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1]
Let's talk all the facts, I been got back
Them bullets was scarin' his cat
He was duckin' his taco, had him running laps
Had him droppin' the knocks, had him running fast
Taking risks, for the gang
n*ggas switched, n*ggas changed
[?], can't hang
We can link up, my bullets go "Bang"
n*ggas see me, and they runnin'
[?], hit his stomach
I just up it, at his muffin
Hit his top, that's a 'cussion
Shootin' movies, no production
Hollows hit him, no discussion
Know a opp that got shot in his chest
Wearing fake drip, that sh*t need a rest
[Chorus]
n*ggas hatin', they know I'm the one (They know)
So you know I gotta stay with a gun
Back out thе knocks, throwin' like the Suns (Like what?)
n*ggas bе bums and n*ggas be my sons (Word to my mother)
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 (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 2]
Start blackin', start blastin'
I'm the n*gga that's causin' havoc
My gun, automatic
Clear the scene, sh*t is tragic
[?], two shots, sh*t is magic
When I see him, you know I'ma pack him
Last opp got put in the past-tense
n*ggas movies, n*ggas cappin'
Hop out, and I clap 'em
n*ggas pus*y, they be faggots
When I spot 'em, they be gaspin'
Did a shooting, now I'm laughin'
Get back, now I'm packing
Big knocks, denim saggin'
Send a shot, he a fraction
Like what?
[Verse 3]
n*gga got hit with the knocks
This got Glock wit' a beam, I got 'em, drop em, flock 'em
Free all the guys, make sure they unlock 'em
[?], then you know I'ma block him
Two guns up, I'ma shock him
Bullets start flyin', I'm a knocker
Spin through the 8th, with a shotgun
Face of the Bronx, you is not one (Rrah, rrah)

[Outro]
Suck my di*k (Rrah, rrah)
Gang, gang, gang (Rrah, rrah)
Gang, gang, gang (Rrah, rrah)
Like what? (Suck my di*k)
Like how? (Suck my di*k)
Stop wearin' all that fake sh*t, n*gga
Stop beggin' for money
Y'all n*ggas is f*ckin' bummy
You know what the f*ck is goin' on
DOAs in the spot, we makin' it hot n*gga
Free Kay Flock
Free my brothers, n*gga
R.I.P. the guys
Like what?
Like how?