C-Mob, Donta Slusha - Everytime I lyrics

I'm just chilling with a beer in my hand
In the dice game and I'm nearing a grand
It's all cool and I'm here with the fam
But some dude who just spent about
A year in the can
Keeps mugging and he's looking at me crazy
Probably cause I take his money
Every time he fades me
If you can't afford to lose don't play me
Act like a man quite crying like a baby
Sitting there pouting with his eyes wet
Crapping out plus he losing off of side bets
I'm surprised the little bitch
Ain't cried yet
You can always make thе money
Back homie why sweat?
Thеn he just snapped when the dice cracked
So I laid him out flat and needing ice packs
He said that he wanted me dead
So me and Slush both put a gun to his head
Every time I


Think shit's cool a motherfucker get
To trynna act hard so I lace up my Chucks
Mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt
Gas for the cut Franklin's for the slugger
Louisville, Louisville club a motherfucker

The bigger the strap the bigger the gap
It'll get you when you hearing the clap
You better get on your back
When you see me be prepared for the riots
I'm talking trunks popping, fans crying
I ain't lying they get sick on the block
You can hit one chop
And it's back to work, the shit don't stop
If the shit don't lock
Then it's back to the closet
Back in all black back door down I kick
I gets mine like Rondo
I'm a landmark nigga from the condo
Phone plan combo limited speed
I'm a weekend whore unlimited freak
Su-wu blood gang what up man
One more time blood gang what up man Su-wu
East sider, round top hustler
Deuce block nigga don'ta the Slusher
Every time I
Think shit's cool a motherfucker get
To trynna act hard so I lace up my Chucks
Mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt
Gas for the cut Franklin's for the slugger
Louisville, Louisville club a motherfucker

Every time I stop and listen
I hear the opposition
They're wanting me broke as a joke
No hope and not a pot to piss in
I'll get the choppers spitting
And kill the competition
So when you see me believe me
I'm bout to block your vision
When I get them fangs showing
I'mma get to flame-throwing
Anger's in my veins flowing
Now I am insane going psycho
Assault rifle a knife'll get
All you lames knowing
I hold my disciples and rivals
Know that I ain't
Showing love to a bitch thug trynna act hard
Get drug through the strip club
To the black car
Pistol whipped him till I left
Him with the pumpkin head
Then we lift him up and threw
Him in the trunk then fled
So you better come proper
Cause we all strapped
Then we'll hit you with the
Chopper or the ball bat
If you wanna act hard better fall back
Or run like a track star
Cause you'll fall flat every time I
Think shit's cool a motherfucker get
To trynna act hard so I lace up my Chucks
Mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt
Gas for the cut Franklin's for the slugger
Louisville, Louisville club a motherfucker