HS87, Young Dro, Hit-Boy - On Everything lyrics

HS87 we the plug! Who the plug? We the plug!

This just what I do, I do it often
Your niggas be talkin', my niggas be workin'
We get up, Donnie McClurkin
We don't fall now
Rather fuck up the mall now
Stuck up girls, they call now
A whole lot of family they all proud and
We all gone cause that pack loud check mate
I've got it covered like parentheses
Niggas I looked up to only
Feelin' me or fearin' me
These niggas ain't real
These niggas posin' they just figurines
Set up to run the game
I'm on a murder music killing spree
(kill 'em)
Who the fuck, who the fuck is that?
Oh, allegedly he's the man
That's why I came in makin' demands
And i'm tired of talkin' my plans
I'mma show you niggas what's goin' down
Like elevators and escalators my
Old bitches in discounts
HS87, you been hatin' since '87
Bustin' moves with my collective
And I ain't got no reception
For no nigga talkin' down
Or no nigga talkin' dumb
That's on my mama, sista', cousins
And the plug nigga on everything that I love

On everything that I love
On everything that I see
I'm good bitch, I'm hood rich
I got everything that I need

I got everything that I need
I got everything that I need
I got everything that I need
I got everything that I need
I got everything that I

Flip flop shorty
Only thing I know is wet paint
Plus we got a body in the trunk
I think the whip stank
Ridin' through the project
Get some reefer from my auntie
Sip four, slidin' up in LA, me and Bun B
Triple barrel, barrel, barrel
Nigga this a sawed off
Nigga keep on talkin' shit
I'mma blow his jaws off kid with the K
Let's see which one of these hoes is
Down to deal with the day
Tell that bitch my dick look like
A candy bar - Milky Way
On fire, Make your bitch scream like a geyser
Nigga look at these rims on the Viper
You do not want me to Skype her do ya ball?
Shoot of your ear and ball
Shoot of your leg and ball
You better duck 'fore I shoot off your head
Dro, on everything I'm on drugs
My gun, transform
On everything it throws slugs
I'm shittin' on em like drawls
Giuseppe shoes in the club
You with your bitch, I take your bitch
On everything I love

On everything that I love
On everything that I see
I'm good bitch, I'm hood rich
I got everything that I need

I got everything that I need
I got everything that I need
I got everything that I need
I got everything that I need
I got everything that I

I got everything that I need
That's on everything that I
Everything that I need
Everything that I love everything that I see
Don't forget it bitch
It's Hit-Boy on the key