Jenn Carter - Everybody Shot (feat. Mo Kartii, Jerry West & Kyle Richh) - перевод текста песни на английский

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Everybody Shot (feat. Mo Kartii, Jerry West & Kyle Richh)
Everybody Shot (feat. Mo Kartii, Jerry West & Kyle Richh)
Glah
Glah
Glah, glah, glah
Glah, glah, glah
(Josh)
(Josh)
(Elvis)
(Elvis)
Glah, like what? Like what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah
Glah, like what? Like what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah
Like what? Like what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah
Like what? Like what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah
Yo YP
Yo YP
Glah
Glah
Let 'em know it's Carter, dickhead
Let 'em know it's Carter, dickhead
Said it's K with the K, no Flocka
Said it's K with the K, no Flocka
Spot 'em, we got 'em 1 shot ima flock em (Glah, glah, glah)
Spot 'em, we got 'em 1 shot ima flock em (Glah, glah, glah)
Too deep, I'ma empty the what?
Too deep, I'ma empty the what?
He tried to run, caught the shots to the butt (Glah)
He tried to run, caught the shots to the butt (Glah)
Red beam when I turn him to runtz
Red beam when I turn him to runtz
If he jackin' this K put a hole in his gut
If he jackin' this K put a hole in his gut
Better duck when I reload the chopper
Better duck when I reload the chopper
Hang out the V, like dump that knocker
Hang out the V, like dump that knocker
Better run if you run into me (Like what? Like what?)
Better run if you run into me (Like what? Like what?)
And double trunk he get trunked with the roster
And double trunk he get trunked with the roster
Spin through, click 'til it's empty
Spin through, click 'til it's empty
Bitch, I'm on court, niggas know not to bench me (Like what?)
Bitch, I'm on court, niggas know not to bench me (Like what?)
Niggas see me they switch up they energy (Like, damn)
Niggas see me they switch up they energy (Like, damn)
Like what, she a thot out the Hennessy
Like what, she a thot out the Hennessy
I do the most, every trip they remember me
I do the most, every trip they remember me
Run down, put the beam on his shh
Run down, put the beam on his shh
No remorse when I bend through their strip
No remorse when I bend through their strip
Totties get shot, don't get flocked with your bitch (Treesha)
Totties get shot, don't get flocked with your bitch (Treesha)
Oh, she a thot? She on top of my dick (Like what?)
Oh, she a thot? She on top of my dick (Like what?)
He tried to creep, caught the shots at his rib, what?
He tried to creep, caught the shots at his rib, what?
Shit-shit, I know a nigga that act like he talk
Shit-shit, I know a nigga that act like he talk
But he fled (He what?)
But he fled (He what?)
And these niggas not smokin' my dead (Like what?)
And these niggas not smokin' my dead (Like what?)
Ma-man got dropped, he was yellin' "My head"
Ma-man got dropped, he was yellin' "My head"
Call me crazy, I'm throwin' the rock (Gang, gang, gang)
Call me crazy, I'm throwin' the rock (Gang, gang, gang)
Fuck everybody, it's everyone shot
Fuck everybody, it's everyone shot
Sturdy aim 'cause I shoot like a cop
Sturdy aim 'cause I shoot like a cop
Bitch on my body, she totin' the knocks
Bitch on my body, she totin' the knocks
Call me FedEx, I beat up the box
Call me FedEx, I beat up the box
Move like a baddie, she tickin' on top
Move like a baddie, she tickin' on top
She a dancer, she tickin' the top
She a dancer, she tickin' the top
Like, I be geekin' and not can I stop
Like, I be geekin' and not can I stop
Like on the block, I send forty-one shots
Like on the block, I send forty-one shots
We be geekin' we do it for fun and if she is a demon, I pass her gun
We be geekin' we do it for fun and if she is a demon, I pass her gun
Like he a shooter only in my blunt
Like he a shooter only in my blunt
And if I am with Carter we bend through
And if I am with Carter we bend through
If he 41K, he get sent to the sun
If he 41K, he get sent to the sun
'Cause of what? Fuck up his mental
'Cause of what? Fuck up his mental
Talkin' my shit and know I am not dumb
Talkin' my shit and know I am not dumb
Said you niggas is scary, that boy on my dick
Said you niggas is scary, that boy on my dick
Wearin' fake Amiri's, I'm totin' the grip and singin' like it's Carey
Wearin' fake Amiri's, I'm totin' the grip and singin' like it's Carey
Like, big EBK got me feelin' like check
Like, big EBK got me feelin' like check
All the thotties be deady on deady, they all on my body
All the thotties be deady on deady, they all on my body
Won't party with Jenny
Won't party with Jenny
And the party, I'm ready to tweak
And the party, I'm ready to tweak
And I'm ready to geek, so this shit can get heavy, gang
And I'm ready to geek, so this shit can get heavy, gang
Niggas like "Where's Mo Kartii" (Like)
Niggas like "Where's Mo Kartii" (Like)
Well Kartii is here
Well Kartii is here
Bitch I don't stop, but I ain't goin' nowhere
Bitch I don't stop, but I ain't goin' nowhere
These niggas be dumb, they ain't puttin' in fear
These niggas be dumb, they ain't puttin' in fear
Totin' on knocks, swear I don't care (I don't care)
Totin' on knocks, swear I don't care (I don't care)
Twenty-four shots to the air
Twenty-four shots to the air
Tell 'em to give 'em the drop
Tell 'em to give 'em the drop
But, if they keep missin', we lettin' it flare (Glah, glah, glah)
But, if they keep missin', we lettin' it flare (Glah, glah, glah)
But now he just tested his luck, like
But now he just tested his luck, like
Now it's just up and it's stuck, what?
Now it's just up and it's stuck, what?
Everything boomed better duck
Everything boomed better duck
You big or you small man, I don't give a fuck, like
You big or you small man, I don't give a fuck, like
You ain't a shooter, you suck, fu-fuck it
You ain't a shooter, you suck, fu-fuck it
Now we gon' bend both ways, fu-fuck it
Now we gon' bend both ways, fu-fuck it
Now we gon' shoot both ways
Now we gon' shoot both ways
Gi-give him a reason to look both ways
Gi-give him a reason to look both ways
I'm runnin' from who? (Who?)
I'm runnin' from who? (Who?)
Nigga, suck my dick
Nigga, suck my dick
Cocked me a beam when I shoot with that blick
Cocked me a beam when I shoot with that blick
I did me a heart and I'm pleadin' the fitfh
I did me a heart and I'm pleadin' the fitfh
All ya' niggas be cap, bit'
All ya' niggas be cap, bit'
When I step on the field, we actin'
When I step on the field, we actin'
They ain't steppin' for real, they cappin'
They ain't steppin' for real, they cappin'
And It's Kartii, lil' bitch, who askin'?
And It's Kartii, lil' bitch, who askin'?
I'm smokin' that boy in a blunt
I'm smokin' that boy in a blunt
Don't need nobody, but me and my gun
Don't need nobody, but me and my gun
Smokin' Dotty, he turned into runtz
Smokin' Dotty, he turned into runtz
When I spin out, we load through out
When I spin out, we load through out
Ba-back door, you can get in a blunt
Ba-back door, you can get in a blunt
Shoot like a Giannis, let's keep it a buck
Shoot like a Giannis, let's keep it a buck
Droppin' two fingers, I don't give a fuck
Droppin' two fingers, I don't give a fuck
GBG when I shoot, better duck
GBG when I shoot, better duck
Sippin' on muddy, it's green in my cup
Sippin' on muddy, it's green in my cup
How you a demon but talk to the cops?
How you a demon but talk to the cops?
That's your bitch? She settin' the drop
That's your bitch? She settin' the drop
You don't know me for real, I'm on hots
You don't know me for real, I'm on hots
If you run then my knocker gon' dump
If you run then my knocker gon' dump
Yo-your're dead and that spliff in my punch
Yo-your're dead and that spliff in my punch
Talk on 4-1 and that boy in a blunt
Talk on 4-1 and that boy in a blunt
KR gon' spot him, that nigga gon' run
KR gon' spot him, that nigga gon' run





Авторы: Jeremy Arbesfeld, Jenn Carter


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