Everybody Shot

[Intro: Rayy Balla & Kenzo Balla]
Imperial
Grrrr, gang
FTO, fuck the opps
Every opp shot
DOA
Everything dead, nigga
You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga
Everybody K, nigga
Every opp shot, word to my mother
Every opp, every opp
They know what the fuck goin' on
Niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Rayy Balla]
First nigga move be the first nigga shot (Shot)
If they posted, we clearing that block (Grrr)
TG gon' hop out, he totin' the chop (Chop)
If he up it, I know he gon' flock (Flock)
Don't try to run and get hit in your top (Grrt)
Once he drop, then we bendin' the block
We tryna make sure he dead, not alive (Alive)
Talk on gang then gеt put in the sky
First nigga move be thе first nigga shot (Shot)
If they posted, we clearing that block (Grrt)
TG gon' hop out, he totin' the chop (Chop)
If he up it, I know he gon' flock (Flock)
Don't try to run and get hit in your top (Top)
Once he drop, then we bendin' the block
We tryna make sure he dead, not alive (Alive)
Talk on gang then get put in the sky

[Verse 2: Ray Balla & Kenzo Balla]
Bitch, I be drippin' in all of this fashion
Louis V pouch, holdin' the ratchet
If he run up then this shit gon' get tragic
That bitch set him up for the macket
Don't like the talking, we gon' hop out then start clappin'
Four deep in the V wit' the Makks, bitch
I was down bad, and I had to start trappin'
Made a 20 and flipped it, the package
Talkin' on gang but they not 'bout no action
When I shoot, yeah, I do it with passion
Talk on JB and get turn into ashes
Niggas Bunny hoppin' to a casket
Lotti got poked, Hef got beat wit' the hookah
Niggas went out like some bastards
Yus got shot and he still ain't get back yet (MB, MB)
We can link up, I ain't with the rap shit (I ain't)

[Verse 3: Kenzo Balla]
Who that? We gon' knock off his muffin
Hop out the V, my adrenaline rushin' (Grrt-baow)
I just popped the percy, now I'm bussin' (I'm bussin')
Any opp nigga I see, bet i'm dumpin' (Bet I'm dumping')
Super stitchy wit' the 50's clutching (Clutching')
We get busy, we ain't wit' the tusslin' (We ain't wit' the tusslin')
Opps say they totin' but them niggas bluffin' (They bluffin')
Niggas talkin' but who is they touchin' (Who?)
I was gon' chill but they dead got me started (They started)
When I spin, i'ma aim at my targets
Sippin' the wocky, Mexxy hit the hardest (Mexxy hit the hardest)
Roll up the Lotti, now it's time to spark it (Now it's time to spark it)
Talkin' on bro then he must be retarded
They should know my niggas really park shit
They needa stop rappin', all them niggas garbage
And they know we gon' spin it regardless
Yus Gz got hit in his chest
Damien LV got hit in his neck
I'm surprised that nigga ain't get left
Fuck a [?], pass me the TEC
All the oppositions getting stretched
'Lotta opps gettin' hit, who gon' be next?
Spin the Hill, tryna catch us some reck
If we catch an OY, put him on his neck
Got a whole lot of shots for Lee Drilly
We can link up wit' our chops, it get busy
She get treeshy when she off the Henny
And I'm off the yerc', so we both fuckin' deady
On the ave, just catch me in the 50's
We don't jack LV's, no OY's or Drillys
Throw up a four and this shit gon' get mixy
I'ma up, I ain't passin' no stitchy

[Verse 4: TG Crippy]
Why these OY niggas sucking' dick?
But they never try to bend the strip
If I see a OY, then that nigga get hit
Yeah, you know I'm backin' out the grip
These niggas be talkin', they just suckin' dick
If I catch 'em, then it's gettin' lit
And you know I'm posted wit' the Crips
With some Makks, ready for a hit
Y'all niggas be talkin', y'all ain't doin' shit
I'm cracking' the 4's while I'm fuckin' your bitch
And y'all niggas should know how it go
When I'm on the opp block, better keep that pole
Catch Bookie and he gotta go (Pussy)
'Cause I'm really tryna up the score
We winnin', y'all losin'
Mex in the blunt and that shit got me snoozin'
Who you touchin'? Nigga, is you stupid?
I'd poke a nigga wit' a toothpick
I'on think these niggas really do shit, they just makin' music
And I swear these niggas really stupid
Theirs mans died, they ain't do shit (Dubskii)
K-Dizzy brains on the floor
Had the fourzy niggas lookin' stupid