"Errbody Lost It" lyrics
I come here for a fuckin' shootout, right?
(DC Beats)
A proper shootout with some proper men
Like Colonel Custer and Geronimo, you ever heard of them?
Yes, uhh
Everybody lost it (They lost it), I got fifteen stuffed in this nineteen (Yes)
Curl it, do it nicely (Uhh), this hand ting came from the pikeys
Nowadays niggas so slimy, kept him round me, he was just like me
Stepped out the place in my Shiesty (Uhh), they still knew it was me 'cause I'm bait ('Cause my face still bait)
Red carpet treatment, every time I step out, everything icy
Everything pricey, head back covered
When they see me, niggas tread lightly (Of course they do)
I lost that girl to the streets, like damn, I shoulda made her my wifey
Half of my block still love me, the other half of the block don't like me
Lie about works, I don't know how they do it
It was me that pointed the ringer (It was me)
It was gang that put him in a Rizla (Gang)
I know a bad boy that turned to a singer
Brokie, they ain't got no P's (None)
Can't see me cah I stay low-key (I'm low)
I don't care about no family ties
It's nuttin' but gun smoke when I see Loski
The young boys firin' shots off, firin' shots off, lettin' that lock off
I'm a big darg givin' out orders (Yes)
Any gatherin', shit's gettin' locked off (Locked that)
On Snapchat, niggas so lively, they ain't never there when it pops off
Before I ever stepped with a burger
Murder, two got slapped with the dot-dots
I'm back out, wild and wicked (Uhh), they tried diss me wearin' my clothes
I see hella man wifin' my hoes, ain't nuttin' like me, she knows (She knows)
I was in the trap on my birthday (Yes)
I was searchin', tryna find gold
I was on the six with the wassers, litness, Lambo truck, two poles (Uhh-uh)
In the background, holdin' the meds (Yeah), with a hundred plus on my neck
I heard the opps got the drop that we're local
If they're bad then make that step (Make that)
Generations down from PDC, the get-back's known to the Met (Uhh-uh)
Never took no diss to my face, they only violate me on the net
Remember that, pussy (Remember that, pussy, remember that, pussy, remember that, pussy, remember that, pussy)
A shootout, right, is a fuckin' shootout
Like a western
(DC Beats)
A proper shootout with some proper men
Like Colonel Custer and Geronimo, you ever heard of them?
Yes, uhh
Everybody lost it (They lost it), I got fifteen stuffed in this nineteen (Yes)
Curl it, do it nicely (Uhh), this hand ting came from the pikeys
Nowadays niggas so slimy, kept him round me, he was just like me
Stepped out the place in my Shiesty (Uhh), they still knew it was me 'cause I'm bait ('Cause my face still bait)
Red carpet treatment, every time I step out, everything icy
Everything pricey, head back covered
When they see me, niggas tread lightly (Of course they do)
I lost that girl to the streets, like damn, I shoulda made her my wifey
Half of my block still love me, the other half of the block don't like me
Lie about works, I don't know how they do it
It was me that pointed the ringer (It was me)
It was gang that put him in a Rizla (Gang)
I know a bad boy that turned to a singer
Brokie, they ain't got no P's (None)
Can't see me cah I stay low-key (I'm low)
I don't care about no family ties
It's nuttin' but gun smoke when I see Loski
The young boys firin' shots off, firin' shots off, lettin' that lock off
I'm a big darg givin' out orders (Yes)
Any gatherin', shit's gettin' locked off (Locked that)
On Snapchat, niggas so lively, they ain't never there when it pops off
Before I ever stepped with a burger
Murder, two got slapped with the dot-dots
I'm back out, wild and wicked (Uhh), they tried diss me wearin' my clothes
I see hella man wifin' my hoes, ain't nuttin' like me, she knows (She knows)
I was in the trap on my birthday (Yes)
I was searchin', tryna find gold
I was on the six with the wassers, litness, Lambo truck, two poles (Uhh-uh)
In the background, holdin' the meds (Yeah), with a hundred plus on my neck
I heard the opps got the drop that we're local
If they're bad then make that step (Make that)
Generations down from PDC, the get-back's known to the Met (Uhh-uh)
Never took no diss to my face, they only violate me on the net
Remember that, pussy (Remember that, pussy, remember that, pussy, remember that, pussy, remember that, pussy)
A shootout, right, is a fuckin' shootout
Like a western
