Pollari, Angst, MARCELO, Hella Sketchy, EyeKeem - Fuck Everybody lyrics

'Llari stole my swag, I gotta get it back
He’s all on my track whoa
Yeah he’s all on my track
Pollari stole my swag, he’s all on my track
I might chase a bag get a foreign all black
Your bitch hit my phone just for
A follow back
Why am I so sad? Got all of these racks
Smoking out the pack, shawty do not gag
I just popped a Xan
Now I’m feeling like Mike
Mix it with the Perc got me feeling alright
Whoa
'signer in my closet, yeah Fendi, Off White
Whoa pull up on your bitch and
I fuck her all night, yea
Fuckin’ on your shawty real slow
Pass the double cup, that’s a four
I secure the bag and then I go, whoa
Off of these drugs movin’ slo-mo
Fuck everyone in this fuckin’ stu
Y’all just want a verse
Sketchers nothin’ new
Chicken noodle soup, bitch I’m off the goop
Skrr skrr skrr, in the coupe
All I wanna say, I just wanna get paid
Fuckin' on your bitch, I
Just fucked your main, whoa
I just fucked your main, whoa
Met her on a plane

Whoa whoa whoa
Sketchy he a bitch, diamond on my wrist
I might fuck his wife, I
Might fuck his bitch, whoa
Then I go how you feelin'?
I want it all
I gotta stack it to the ceiling
My bitch she super bad, yea
She worth a million
I give it to her good, she call me a healin’
(whoa) okay a healin' whoa
New Supreme on me, all my bitches mean
She wanna join the team, yea
Wanna join the team
New Supreme on me, all my bitches mean, yea
Wanna join the team, she wanna join the team
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa she wanna join the team
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa

I just fucked your bitch in the Philippines
Fuckin' with the gang
Fuckin' with the team
30 on my waist, pointing with the beam
Bitch I’m fucked up
I’m rolling off of fucking lean
Bust down to my ankles
Bitch got me in shankles
Fuck lighting this candle
My mind got me so mangled
I ain’t even do this by
Myself boy I’m so thankful
I cannot protect all of my
Friends but I want to
I want you, baby girl I want you
I want you, baby girl I want you
I know I’m a foreign baby you
Know that I want to baby girl I want you
I cannot believe that I could
See all of your lies
Talking to me like you knew
Me looking at my eyes
Don’t know where I’m going
With my motherfucking lines
Tell me that you love me baby
Tell me that I’m right
Yeah they tell me Angsty
You ain’t rockin' with no team
You ain’t got no bands
You ain’t got no fuckin' beams
You ain’t got no money
You ain’t sippin' on no lean
Pop another Perc
Bitch I’m flying with my team
I’m living my best life
(I’m living my best life)
I’m living my best life
(I’m living my best life)
No, I don’t feel right
(No, I don’t feel right)
But I’m living my best life
I’m living my best life

I'ma hit your girl, I'ma hit your main, yea
Swervin’ in the ‘Rari
Yea I’m swervin’ in the Range (yea)
Yea this ain’t no Atari
Ain’t no games huh yea
I can’t hang with niggas 'cause they lame
Yuh price tag, turnt up in the bag
Bitch I’m shoppin’
Nightcap, pulled up in the Jag and she hop in
Like that, runnin’ up my bag
Now they flockin’ bands soft
Keep the heavy metal so I’m rockin’

So I’m rockin’, so I’m rockin’
Run it up bitch
Man you lookin’ like you joggin’
I just hit your bitch when
I just need the noggin
Nine-to-five job, now you better clock in
Said she wanna love me
Better put me in the coffin
That’s not how I’m rockin’
Hit me and I’m blockin’
Now these bitches flockin’
Chain force Keagan Hoffman
I just got a check, now I’m going shoppin’
Yea these diamonds need to bling
Shawty like the way I sing
Treat me like a king, we do anything
Said she fuck with me 'cause I’m major
I ain’t got no time, I’ll see you later

Everybody in this stu
They got a free feature
I’m so high and I’m gone off the tequila
So much fucking drip
Feel like Hurricane Katrina
I fucked ‘Llari’s bitch
Yer shoutout to Sabrina

Pulled up to the studio
Inside a fuckin’ Beamer shoutout to Sketchy
He paid me for this feature
Fuckin' on some thotties yea I
Might just be his daddy
Who the fuck you think did
All this fuckin' Fendi

Told her that I love her but
She know that I was lyin'
I predict the future you would
Think that I was Mayan
Off the gas I’m flying, feeling like a pilot
I might start a riot
Please don’t even try it

No I never switched, chains all on my fit
Radar off the grid, EyeKeem he smokin’ mid
Angst know he ain’t shit, he a lil bitch
He think that he rich but he just hit a lick