Текст песни Everybody Killa Anthem - Young Slo-Be

Fool with it
Damn, they say I'm on that bullshit
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

Ooh, damn, they say I'm on that bullshit
Disrespect my brother then we sliding with them broomsticks
Yeah, you got it on you, it's just on you, you don't use it
When my niggas touch guns, they sliding, they gon' abuse it
You niggas ain't hardbody, why you putting it in your music?
You think that I'm slipping, then think again, nigga, you stupid
Some real HotBoiiz and my bébés, they really ruthless
Ayy, toss the bro the hammy, he'll blam, he know what to do with it
I'm riding with my brother, two thirties with us, that's [?]
Juvie got the toolie, on mamas, he tryna screw niggas
We robbing everybody, my gang don't do the new niggas
I got that shit on me, plus it ain't hard, I'll act a fool with it

Shoutout Juvie, nigga, I been wilding since a juvie, nigga
Ooh, shit, we finna pull another skit, this ain't a movie, nigga
Ayy, ayy, I think it's time for the kickdoor
I'm schizo, bitch, I been itching to let this shit blow
Oowee, bitch, you know a nigga geeked
SkeamyRu the shooting guard, bitch, my jumpshot on fleek
On the B, I'm tryna put a sucker on a tee
On a function with the rusters, tell that thing to run that fee
My heart cold, I promise it never fold
You said you ain't tryna slide, you ain't jumping in this load
HotBoiiz with me and we tryna snatch a soul
He tried to Stuart Little but he used to be my woe

I just want a mil, tell my mama that I made it
Don't play with your life 'cause my goons, they will take it
Smoking kush, sliding down the block, you smell the fragrance
Walk up on a nigga close range and leave him wasted
Oh no, bitch, I'm a dog like Scooby
We ain't talking strips, lil' bitch, that's where you lose me
I was gon' send JaayBo, well, fuck it, I'm sending Tootie
.223s abusive, on my mama, they gon' bruise him
Ayy, ayy, nigga, and I ain't gotta lie
I done seen some shit that'll leave a nigga traumatized
Don't [?] up in this whip, lil' nigga, you ain't tryna slide
Fucking with them niggas and got hit and you wonder why?
We been taking trips back to back through the sucker side
Niggas hit that cell, start writing, tryna summarize
Nigga, ayy, tryna summarize
Niggas hit that cell, start writing, tryna summarize

Real nigga, all facts, I can't fake shit
Call Slo-Be, now we sliding in that spaceship
Late night on that gang hype, real gang shit
Shh, bitch, don't say shit
Big forties, nigga, don't bring no nines around
We do not fuck with those 'cause niggas dying now
I'm really Nightinganistan, got suckers hiding out
Oowee, goddamn, my niggas sliding now
Me and Hari B been everywhere that we can't be
Your bro a rat, there's just some things that you can't teach
You must be stupid thinking fake shit I can't peep
Demons in my head, I keep my pole to feel safe sleep
Ayy, ayy, nigga, I'm on that shit
I ain't sliding with no pole if that pole don't got a stick
[?] if he shooting when I miss
If I can't get it out the bitch, I'ma get it out her sis
Fuck it up, thooter, you better fuck it
If I see a sucker in my section, I'ma rough him up
Ju just poured a four, we to the store to get them double cups
Bitches on our dick 'cause they see EBK coming up
(Aye, HotBoii)

Park his whip, leave him there, JaayBo hella sleaze
Still tripping over old shit and that's on the G
He said my name so Hari Blood gon' smoke him like some tree
That nigga fuck around and drown swimming in the deep
Ayy, bitch, is you gon' set the play?
If you not then why the fuck you smiling in my face?
That bitch sucked the whole team, I asked her how it taste
Marley just poured another four, now I'm outer space
Free RSleaze out that jam, he'll never tell
My shooters really upping scores and going straight to Hell
Feds watching, I'm still sliding with this stainless steel
Thirteen was on a hype just tryna make a mil
Nine milli, thirty stick'll knock him off the map
You niggas cuffing on these hoes and say yall chicken trap
These niggas perping in they songs but I'ma let 'em rap
Nightinganistan, bitch, we finna bring the Seven back, bitch

Big dog and you lil' niggas puppy chow
Talking shit you not about, you need to cut it
Fuck around and start some shit you really not about
Popping up and popping out, we bring them choppers out
Chopper sounds got him shedding tears, nigga, suck it up
Rough him up, had lil' trey come and fuck him up
Knuckle up, bitch, my niggas strapped like we buckled up
We'll put that nigga in that grave, we'll dig him up
We kicked some niggas off the team, they wasn't tough enough
Oowee, free RSleaze, niggas eating cheese
Niggas act like Hercules until it's time to squeeze
Big GLOCKs and XDs make a nigga bleed
Hit a nigga block and light it up like a chimney
Wes caught the play, we just scored on the Christmas trees
Oowee, it's a skit, my niggas hopping out
Leave a nigga body on the ground and call him Pacquiao
Niggas talking like they killers but they not shit
Moshpits, bleed a nigga body with this hot shit
Acting like you niggas dogs, bitch, I'm Mike Vick
(HotBoiiz, nigga)
Mike shit, moonwalk a nigga with this Nightstick
(Free [?], free RSleaze)

Never sucker ducking, off the top, I'ma send some shots
I'm riding 'round the whole town looking for some opps
I'm on a bag chase, nigga, that's the only route
Niggas hella gay, only in it for the clout
But don't come this way, boy, you gon' get gunned down
I'm talking stick talk that'll have your ass lost and found
Just did a skit on the way, I'm doing a hundred now
Marley C, Mr. Whorebuccs, he need it now
Juvie Ju might pop you so don't make a sound
I bet this lil' forty make a big nigga back down
Loose lips get your ass rushed to the ground
Trey B dropping bullets off like he working out
Like he working out, nigga, like he working out

And ima make so this chopper get to talk it out
Nigga, ask around, found his body in the lost and found
Nigga, there's opps in the party, we ain't walking opps
What the fuss about, niggas mad that we running South?
Left a nigga feel different, cuddie talk him out
On the money route, hell nah, I ain't in it for the clout (Set)
Last nigga lost his life 'cause he wanna box it out
Nigga, if you really wanna ball you better box him out
Fuck niggas, when the last time I really trust niggas?
Fuck nigga, bitch, it's Nightingan, we really touch niggas
Bleeding like a period, don't get your cherry bust, nigga
Catch me on the road with it
(Yeah)
Probably with a hoe, nigga
(Set)
Police think they on niggas
(Set)
Time to switch that load, nigga
(Yeah)
21-Double-0, nigga (Set)
And we keep them poles with us
(Yeah)
See a opp, watch the body drop, get him gone, nigga
(Ayy)
Catch me on the road with it
(Set)
Probably with a hoe, nigga
(Yeah)
Police think they on niggas
(Set)
Time to switch that load, nigga
(Yeah)
21-Double-0, nigga
(Ayy)
And we keep them poles with us
See a opp, watch the body drop, get him gone, nigga