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dthang - f**k everybody lyrics

[intro: dthang and pop smoke]

like, like huh?
yo free tdot (ok, ok, ok)
free b lane, free edai, free stunna, free lotti
free my hearts n+gga, free the+ (beat’s by yamaica productions, baby)
free (?) n+gga
free guap
free drilly gzzly n+gga, free drilly gzzly n+gga (graah, graah, graah, graah, graah, boom)
yo free my hearts
rpt 4sev, 4sev (get that n+gga, like huh?)

[verse 1: dthang]

free all my brothers, y’all know how we bop like
turn the rolls to the rock (graah, graah, boom)
scream rpt she turn into a thot, like (rpt)
now she giving the drop
it’s a situation if we post on they block
they duckin them scaffles they running the (?)
free edai a demon like (free my hearts)
mr. set it off just to go to the bop
we been feening the (?) yellin’ hop out the v
i told reefy walk up and just creep
and the way i be (?)
catch me a “shh” you know i’m a tweak like, huh?
they know i’mma leak like (leak?)
i can’t not link huh (at all)
‘cus shawty she mixy (at all, at all like what?)
she was screaming “uh+huh” she got smacked with the glizzy (uh+huhhhh)
last o got turned into a mystery (rpt)
i told gunna slide out with artillery (gang, gang, gang)
and she used to front, back then (like how?)
now she asking “do you remember me?” (like what, like how?)
baby girl i’m just matching your energy (suck my d+ck)
and the perky just f+ck up my memory
all you hear is rpt (rpt)
grrt (boom, boom, boom)
if he diss in the morning, gon die by the noon
i know (?) he bought him a broom
say what? it’s lit? i done (?) and got caught with a stick?
but i got a new chop like, cus i heard it’s new opps like
they just talk but they never do sh+t
i told reemo to poke up his ribs
and the opps doing bad in the 4, drilly gzzly keep poppin they door
and the opps doing bad in the 4, like (gang, gang, gang)
{verse 2: bando ptz]
free edai
free bg
free tdot
on bro they come home and it’s lit (on bro, on bro)
n+ggas talk on my bop but they never did sh+t, stunna geek mr. hop out and blitz (like what?, graah, graah, graah, boom)
dthang gon slide ain’t no warning
it’s time to get on ’em please do not run when we spin (at all, at all, graah, graah, boom)
run up on me then i’m scoring, bullets start pouring, james he got beat with the grip
they stay on the net till they see us in person
off a perky, put knock in her birkin (gang, gang, gang n+gga)
smokin these n+ggas, why they really hurtin’? (on bro, graah, graah, graah, boom)
step on court tell them duck when i (?)
tell them n+ggas come spin on a dirt bike
got no gun, then pop out and get on em
never lack and i stay with the burna
(?) he with me keep knocks on the corner
how they smoking on bro? they got how many packs? (like what?)
why my opps got my name in they tracks?
they n+ggas keep dying like come and get back
cannot lack gotta stay with the strap

[verse 3: reem gz]
gang
me and gunna on court playing defense
any opp run up we gon leave em
like f+ck it! hop out send shots like leaning (rpt)
we gon creep through the front we gon lean through the back
me and reefy in all black y’all know what’s going on
and the (?) never (?) they block (at all)
and the courts never send off shots (like what, like what?)
i’mma beat em can’t go out like trippy
i catch (?) just (?) he tripped
it get nasty, spin through the hill tryna catch a oy (oyk)
(?) through the rey cus we look for sosa, hop out the v cus we look from both sides, like
it get hot outside, so y’all better not slip
move tac, two poles me and (?) on the strip
with the brick outside we (?) hold on hop out walk out don’t miss like
hop out walk out don’t miss like, and no we not aimin’ for legs
hop out walk out don’t miss like, and no we not aimin’ for legs (at all, at all)
graah, graah, graah, graah, graah, boom
[verse 4: lee drilly]

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