Everybody K by TG Crippy Lyrics
[Intro: Trav B & TG Crippy]
Subway (Grrah)
Ya'll know the fucking vibes, stop tryna be a nigga man
Elvis (Grrah)
Free all the fucking guys out the can, niggas know the fucking vibes (Free the gang)
Baow, baow, baow (Baow)
Trav B (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: Trav B]
Niggas be hoes, never cut throat to my bros
See a opp, hit 'em up and get low
Still on that shit, 164 to my dick, see an opp guaranteed it get lit
Lotti got poked, Dubs tried to run, got smoked
Listen lil' nigga, take notes
Shit no joke, watch how the crib went broke, once niggas found out, got smoked
Woo in the air, YGK don't care
More dead Gz in the air, niggas be weird
Cuffing these bitches we share, die 4's I'm just making it clear
Been on a loot, Day Day fell off a roof, Sha Gz ran on Woo
Should'vе been you
Most these niggas be foo, lil' boys can't do what I do
Niggas bе ass, Tmac nigga got crashed first day on the rock, did bad
Still free West, KDub nigga , got left
Sev4 ain't get back yet
Been on that block, Sha still in the rock
First nigga move wock, get shot, nigga don't play
Heavy on the everything k, lil' bros be ooting broad day
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
Nigga suck my dick, none of y'all niggas did shit
I gotta pull up on y'all with my grips, since y'all niggas talking like y'all got hits like
And I'm back on that bullshit, niggas on court, but don't got no bull kicks
I've been outside since a lil' kid
Beating niggas, wish a nigga would spin
We them niggas spinnin' every block
Spot a Vato then he gettin' flocked
You a ooter, but you never shot
Keep it real, you ain't gotta lie
Better be the ooter when my niggas slide
Cause them bullets finna multiply
Ain't no telling who about to die
Ain't no telling who about to---, like
Now the ooters arrive (We arrive)
Who ready to die? (Who ready to die?)
I told you that we was gonna slide (I told you we-)
What y'all thought we was lying? (Y'all thought we was lying?)
Never
Man y'all niggas is jokes (Man y'all niggas is jokes), y'all don't want no smoke
Hop out two shots right at a what? (At a what?)
Never at a Loc (Never)
Always keep a pole (Always)
Niggas know we on go
You say that you ject 5, kinda low
I fuck with the jects who really be on go
I'm seeing a lot of niggas gettin' poked
Niggas really jokes
I'm seeing a lot of niggas gettin' smoked
They laid in the pavement, discovered with they toe, look (Lotti, gang)
And I'm tired of them disstracks, your mans died, you ain't get back (Dubskii)
The only thing you did was sit back in the crib laying with your bitch pack
Y'all been losing niggas, y'all ain't get back
Suckin' JB dick better sit back, Big OGK, oh my God I'm just with that
Free Oso, can't wait till' he get back, gang
[Verse 3: Kenzo Balla & Kay Flock]
Better dump when we dump, it get tragic
Bro bend through the opps, tryna' clap them
Cuzzie up the laser, lets see their reaction
They know TG always get it crackin'
Kay Kay keep on dumpin', he not tryna pass it
Free the bros, all my niggas spazzin'
I'm a Flock, nigga, fuck what you jackin'
On bro, see an O, I'ma pack him
How y'all mentioning bro, y'all just making y'all casket
LV that's a K, we don't jack it
If I see Lil Matt, then I might just go clap him, stab him
Nigga, fuck all the rapping
I got knock bells, I got a new grip
And this .30 clip long like a pool stick
These niggas be capping, they know that we shoot shit
Any Gz talk on bro, I'ma boom 'em
Ball like JB, I'ma hop out, snooze em'
I send three, now that nigga not moving
All the BDs niggas know the movement
EOS, DOA, we get into it
Kay like "Kenzo, what's that?" (what's that?)
I said "Nigga, a pack"
Step in the spot with the Trendy's and Makks
This shit can get lit if we throw up the hat
[Verse 4: Kay Flock and Kenzo Balla]
You ain't ask for the deuce, to go spin, to go flock though
You was too busy ducking your taco
And it's free West, shoutout Hunnid and Opp though
They was fiendin' to catch them a Vato
And I told bro to spin up on the opps though
Like I ain't just get booked for the chop though
But look, don't make it hot though
First one leave the park, he getting shot though (Baow, baow, baow)
I told bro ain't no Y up in my O
Kenzo buggin tryna let off five go, like
And we looking for Paco, I told Kay Kay to knock off his taco, like
[Verse 5: Kay Flock, TG Crippy, Trav B]
And it sit on my hip, but TG came with the mop though, like
Niggas better not slip, catch an O and I'm letting a shot go, like
Nigga, Delly got hit, LG pussy lil' nigga got popped though, like
Niggas stay sucking dick, and I better not catch me a Vato, like
And Lil Nesty a bitch, running Rick, cause I stay throwing shots at him, like
I'ma hit my lil' bitch, and I bet she gon' give me the drop on him, like
And EK, he a bitch, he got shot and took it on a hop with him, like
And where ever I spin, if they with him then they getting shot with him, like (Baow, baow, baow)
[Outro: TG Crippy]
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Baow, baow, baow
Subway (Grrah)
Ya'll know the fucking vibes, stop tryna be a nigga man
Elvis (Grrah)
Free all the fucking guys out the can, niggas know the fucking vibes (Free the gang)
Baow, baow, baow (Baow)
Trav B (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: Trav B]
Niggas be hoes, never cut throat to my bros
See a opp, hit 'em up and get low
Still on that shit, 164 to my dick, see an opp guaranteed it get lit
Lotti got poked, Dubs tried to run, got smoked
Listen lil' nigga, take notes
Shit no joke, watch how the crib went broke, once niggas found out, got smoked
Woo in the air, YGK don't care
More dead Gz in the air, niggas be weird
Cuffing these bitches we share, die 4's I'm just making it clear
Been on a loot, Day Day fell off a roof, Sha Gz ran on Woo
Should'vе been you
Most these niggas be foo, lil' boys can't do what I do
Niggas bе ass, Tmac nigga got crashed first day on the rock, did bad
Still free West, KDub nigga , got left
Sev4 ain't get back yet
Been on that block, Sha still in the rock
First nigga move wock, get shot, nigga don't play
Heavy on the everything k, lil' bros be ooting broad day
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
Nigga suck my dick, none of y'all niggas did shit
I gotta pull up on y'all with my grips, since y'all niggas talking like y'all got hits like
And I'm back on that bullshit, niggas on court, but don't got no bull kicks
I've been outside since a lil' kid
Beating niggas, wish a nigga would spin
We them niggas spinnin' every block
Spot a Vato then he gettin' flocked
You a ooter, but you never shot
Keep it real, you ain't gotta lie
Better be the ooter when my niggas slide
Cause them bullets finna multiply
Ain't no telling who about to die
Ain't no telling who about to---, like
Now the ooters arrive (We arrive)
Who ready to die? (Who ready to die?)
I told you that we was gonna slide (I told you we-)
What y'all thought we was lying? (Y'all thought we was lying?)
Never
Man y'all niggas is jokes (Man y'all niggas is jokes), y'all don't want no smoke
Hop out two shots right at a what? (At a what?)
Never at a Loc (Never)
Always keep a pole (Always)
Niggas know we on go
You say that you ject 5, kinda low
I fuck with the jects who really be on go
I'm seeing a lot of niggas gettin' poked
Niggas really jokes
I'm seeing a lot of niggas gettin' smoked
They laid in the pavement, discovered with they toe, look (Lotti, gang)
And I'm tired of them disstracks, your mans died, you ain't get back (Dubskii)
The only thing you did was sit back in the crib laying with your bitch pack
Y'all been losing niggas, y'all ain't get back
Suckin' JB dick better sit back, Big OGK, oh my God I'm just with that
Free Oso, can't wait till' he get back, gang
[Verse 3: Kenzo Balla & Kay Flock]
Better dump when we dump, it get tragic
Bro bend through the opps, tryna' clap them
Cuzzie up the laser, lets see their reaction
They know TG always get it crackin'
Kay Kay keep on dumpin', he not tryna pass it
Free the bros, all my niggas spazzin'
I'm a Flock, nigga, fuck what you jackin'
On bro, see an O, I'ma pack him
How y'all mentioning bro, y'all just making y'all casket
LV that's a K, we don't jack it
If I see Lil Matt, then I might just go clap him, stab him
Nigga, fuck all the rapping
I got knock bells, I got a new grip
And this .30 clip long like a pool stick
These niggas be capping, they know that we shoot shit
Any Gz talk on bro, I'ma boom 'em
Ball like JB, I'ma hop out, snooze em'
I send three, now that nigga not moving
All the BDs niggas know the movement
EOS, DOA, we get into it
Kay like "Kenzo, what's that?" (what's that?)
I said "Nigga, a pack"
Step in the spot with the Trendy's and Makks
This shit can get lit if we throw up the hat
[Verse 4: Kay Flock and Kenzo Balla]
You ain't ask for the deuce, to go spin, to go flock though
You was too busy ducking your taco
And it's free West, shoutout Hunnid and Opp though
They was fiendin' to catch them a Vato
And I told bro to spin up on the opps though
Like I ain't just get booked for the chop though
But look, don't make it hot though
First one leave the park, he getting shot though (Baow, baow, baow)
I told bro ain't no Y up in my O
Kenzo buggin tryna let off five go, like
And we looking for Paco, I told Kay Kay to knock off his taco, like
[Verse 5: Kay Flock, TG Crippy, Trav B]
And it sit on my hip, but TG came with the mop though, like
Niggas better not slip, catch an O and I'm letting a shot go, like
Nigga, Delly got hit, LG pussy lil' nigga got popped though, like
Niggas stay sucking dick, and I better not catch me a Vato, like
And Lil Nesty a bitch, running Rick, cause I stay throwing shots at him, like
I'ma hit my lil' bitch, and I bet she gon' give me the drop on him, like
And EK, he a bitch, he got shot and took it on a hop with him, like
And where ever I spin, if they with him then they getting shot with him, like (Baow, baow, baow)
[Outro: TG Crippy]
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Baow, baow, baow