Blockwork - Everybody K lyrics

Suck my dick, nigga everything dead
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on
Grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
(Suck my dick, nigga, everything dead
Smokin' all dead nigga)
Move, move, move, look, like

Never lack, I stay wit' a knock
You fuck wit' them niggas, yeah
You gettin' shot kLU, don't run to no cops
Ayo Spongy, let's spin through the opps
I run up to Kay Flock, yeah
He can get popped grrah, grrah-grrah
See Dougie, that boy get flocked, fuck that
Put him in a box
I be buggin', don't tell me to stop
I be clutchin' spinnin' nigga block
Pass me the Lew, i'ma up it and flock

Nigga you must not know, call keem
I know he gon' throw
These niggas funny, this shit not a joke
All these bills in my pocket
But I'm not alone
I'ma spin 'till we not on the east though
Whеre the perckys? you know
That wе need those as Mex got packed, no
Miami got hit with this heat though
I'll be damned if I lack
Spend a bag on my drip
I ain't wearing no cheap clothes
If the gun jam up
Then you know that we doubling back
You know that I could fight
Bullets beat on his back
No question, i'ma geek on the track
Everything dead, we gon' leave it at that
Gang, gang, gang
Remember days I was tuckin' the skat
Now I walk to the crib wit' a big ass cat
If you want to die, run up on me
Why would I lie, keep a gun up on me
Don't get me wrong, like
Where some 4's, but I'm dropping the 4's
Like pop out, oh, let's get it on, like
Catch Kay Flock, he gon' be gone, like
Pop out, oh, let's get it on, like
Catch Kay Flock, he gon' be gone, like

When I step in the spot with the steppers
All Grip when we came in the Tesla
30 on me, so boy don't get wet up
And once I start flockin'
I ain't finna let up
He got hit up, now he can not get up
Me and bro Keem spinnin', come get wit' us
Can't be no sippin' on the
Liquor, Blockwork totin', run up
He gon' blick you
Stay wit' it, 'cause I can not lack
That boy tried to run
And got hit in his back
If nobody else spin back, I promise you bro
One of them finna lack
If we catch 'em, we leavin' him flat
Then spin in the V, right back to the track
And I'm smokin' on Chic'
He got hit in the head bitch, who got back?

Don't move, don't look
JayRipK died, he got left by the store
Who up, on the board?
Y'all niggas keep dissin
Go get back for boy don't move, don't look
JayRipK died, he got left by the store
Who up, on the board?
Y'all niggas keep dissin
Go get back for boy

I'm a shooter, like fuck all this rappin'
When I run into Budda, I'm clappin'
We got his addy, see him then we hop out
Pass the chop, bitch, I'm letting off 10
I be mad 'cause these niggas be cappin'
Yagi B, why the fuck you be actin'
Spin through the Sev, put you in casket
You don't want to die like JayRipK, Nah
Gang, gang, gang