Boosie Badazz, MO3 - Everybody lyrics

Why the fuck these niggas wanna
Go against the grain
Why the fuck these niggas
Wanna drag a nigga name ayy
True story oo

I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
A couple bitches who hurt me (they hurt me)
The jury don't want me to make it (make it)
The DA I know that he working (oh he working)
Prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty
(do me dirty)
This 40 I got that bitch dirty (bow)
Shoota on go, he shoot perfect (what)

I gotta a hunnid on me (on me)
The devil write me in my sleep (oh he do)
I break a bitch in a week
Lil bitch I'm not what you think (yeah)
I stood in the field with my Hittas


I kept that rocket on me (i do)
Hate that i had to get rid of my niggas
I heard they was plottin on me
(oh it’s true) for the love of money
My homies they turned they backs
Same niggas that still owe me on the
Pack say they got jake me
My closest friends, i knew
Since we were kids, say they gone whack me
But ian lien, I'm slanging nine
&‘ bitch they know that, so get at me
Everybody ain’t your friend
Everybody ain’t your partna
Everybody ain’t no real nigga
If I say I got you
When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect your name
I won’t let a nigga talk about you

Everybody ain't yo friend
Everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if
I say I gotchu, i gotchu
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't yo friend
Everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if
I say I gotchu, i gotchu
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name
I won't let a nigga talk about you

I would've killed for you niggas (niggas)
Now I can't deal with you niggas
(I can't cuz) talking to the grim reaper
Finna get rid of you niggas (uh)
So sick of these niggas (I am)
Claiming they hittas and killas (they not)
Showing out for them bitches
Flexing on Instagram pictures (you ah dub)
Put it on my life on my
Momma we gon' be straight (yeahhh yeah)
My partna looked me in my face
Before I took that case (and what he do)
Then the nigga turned state
Other homie turned snake (he pussy)
But I kept it real with these niggas
How could they do me that way (yeah)
I was broke den a bitch, so I'm hustling
I'm on my grind yeah (on my grind yeah)
Worked my way up to a quarter pound
Selling dime bags (dime bags)
Spent 250 for the sheeps (sheeps)
This thunder cooked 'em, he in the leaps
My niggas hit me for some zips (he did)
Shouldn't have showed him where it is (fuck)

Everybody ain't yo friend
Everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if
I say I gotchu, i gotchu
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't yo friend
Everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if
I say I gotchu, i gotchu
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name
I won't let a nigga talk about you

Have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars
To a nigga that you love
And that same nigga you call
Yo partna talk about you
Drag yo name thru the mud