With Everything

[Intro]
Grah, grah, rah
Grah, rrah, grah rrah rrah

[Chorus]
I'm a gorilla, I be feelin' real bloody
It get hot in this bitch if you touch me
Ain't have a dollar, these bitches ain't want me
Now I'm lit, so these hoes wanna fuck me
Click like a rasta, get turned to a duppy
With these shottas, know shit could get ugly
Like a dollar, these strippers, they love me
It's a problem, get beat like a dummy
It get litty, it's whatever
Tote that chop, I might hit through my sweater
From the trenches, you know I can't let up
If shit gettin' tough, I go harder than еver
Opps pussy, they get wеt up
Bitch bad, but I know she the setup
Female felon, still sendin' them letters
Talk down on the gang, you get put on a sweater

[Verse]
And we mean it
Call up Kha, he be itchin' to clutch it and squeeze it
On my mother, you know I'm a demon
Look the wrong way, I might shoot for no reason
And we gritty, I mean really
We ain't into the talkin' and piecin'
If you talk out your mouth, we'll bring out the mop, you know that he into the cleanin'
If we yell in the spot, "Niggas movin' hot," up it
We ain't bring out the chops to be bluffin'
All my niggas turn nothin' to something
I'ma fuck on this bitch and her cousin
And you've been on my body, I'm wit' it
I don't care for a show, you can get it
All these signs, we gon' come with no limit
Once we back out the chops, leave you finished
Yeah, I'm like that
I'd slap a nigga up, bet he'll pipe back
I'll slide through his block like I'm Mike Jack
Give a fuck where you from, better fight back
And you know me
I don't care, I get lit on my doley
On the block, off the foot like Ginobili
If you spin through my block with your homies
Shit could get sticky, get shot with your brodie
Uh, uh, and you know that I'm wrapped up like [?]
Uh, gotta keep a choppa on me just in case a nigga tryna get it
Uh, uh, and free all my felons waitin' sentence
Uh, talkin' out your mouth boy, you gon' need a visit to the dentist
Lil' bitch let me fuck off snapchat
Slim thick bitch but her ass fat
In the drop top, ridin' with the roof down
And she gon' fuck 'cause her man whack
Ridin' 'round in my city with Glizzy
I don't know if they envy or with me
I don't care if she fuck with the opps
She gon' line up these bitches for her man, shit

[Chorus]
I'm a gorilla, I be feelin' real bloody
It get hot in this bitch if you touch me
Ain't have a dollar, these bitches ain't want me
Now I'm lit, so these hoes wanna fuck me
Click like a rasta, get turned to a duppy
With these shottas, know shit could get ugly
Like a dollar, these strippers, they love me
It's a problem, get beat like a dummy
It get litty, it's whatever
Tote that chop, I might hit through my sweater
From the trenches, you know I can't let up
If shit gettin' tough, I go harder than ever
Opps pussy, they get wet up
Bitch bad, but I know she the setup
Female felon, still sendin' them letters
Talk down on the gang, you get put on a sweater