Testi Every Nigga - AzChike, RUCCI, 1takejay

Every Nigga

LowTheGreat\nSorry Jaynari\nNigga\nMarvel, you a deadbeat\nA dirty bitch, leave a bitch in her dusty (Dork)\nI got birds, but I ain’t hangin' with no ducks (That's out)\nMilwaukee locker room, I be hangin' with the bucks (With them bucks)\nStep in with these tellers, now he know I’m finna touch\nAyy, nigga, real shit, I don’t hang around no busters (That's out)\nWrist piss, neck lookin' like some mustard (Like mustard)\nShe gave me neck with no sex, I don’t love her (Gave me neck)\nInside the bitch, told her go and get her brother, ayy (Go and get him)\nI’m really trippin', I spent twenty on my wrist, bitch (That's twenty)\nBust another ATM for them strips, bitch (Big strips)\nI’m really scamming, I got swipes all out of town and shit (I got swipes)\nMe Chike ding dong ditch, we had to clown that bitch (Had to clown)\nI be really bustdown off that brown and shit (Bustdown)\nUh, cut a ho, he lost-and-found a bitch (Cut a ho)\nI’m the wave, he can’t swim, so I drown the bitch (I'm the wave)\nGraduate from a square, cap and gown a bitch\nI got ten 'round my neck, twenty on my wrist (That's twenty)\nThirty on my head, forty on your bitch (On your bitch)\nFifty for my mama, sixty for my sis (For my sis)\nPull up doin' tricks in a new foreign whip, ayy\nSo rockin', big stove popper (Stove popper)\nCall me Big Poppa 'cause it’s Gucci on my collar, ayy (Big Poppa)\nA hundred bands but a bitch can’t get nada (Can't get nada)\nChillin' at the crib with a hundred K followers (Hundred K)\nBitch, I wear Prada, bitch, you sniff powder (Sniff powder)\nI left you to give this dick to your mama (To your mama)\nLook, bitch, tell me who you talkin' to (Who you talkin' to?)\nBet this Glock reverse a nigga, I’ma park dude (Brrt)\nMake a bitch shake it fast like I’m Mystikal (Shake it fast)\nBleed the scene with the drip, left it critical (Skrrt, Ayy)\nI’m that nigga, get your bitch up off my genitals (Off my genitals)\nNiggas woofin', had to rob him for the principle (Ayy, brrt)\nI’ll swipe for anything, bitch, it’s digital (Swipe around)\nI’m a drunk, I put Henn' in my cereal (I'm a drunk)\nA whole ten, I’ma blow it all at VLIVE (I'ma blow it)\nBitch, I’m from the land where niggas die over they street sign, bitch\nI’m on a song with every nigga in my city (In my city)\nWhat that mean? Every nigga fuckin' with me (They fuck with me)\nGot a thirty and I stuffed it in that glizzy (Stuff it in)\nWhat you do? Keep bustin' 'til it’s empty (Brrt)\nWhat you doin'? Keep bustin' 'til it’s empty (Keep on bustin')\nAutomatic, but I’m slidin' with a semi (With a semi)\nNo magician, I’ll do a nigga tricky (Dork)\nStraight A, bitch, I’m ridin' in a hemi\nAyy, ayy, if she pay, I’ma turn her like Timmy, ayy (Like Timmy)\nSanta Claus, bitch, I’m comin' through your chimney, ayy (Through your chimney)\nPut the shotty to his back like he Ricky, ayy (Ricky)\nBig Drac' with the chop, it’s a hemi, ayy\nThick bitch bring the rent when she send me (Bring it in)\nSuck dick with your friend, bitch, bleed me (Suck the dick)\nSloppy top, make it ugh, bitch, eat me (Sloppy top)\nHer eyes on me but I’m muggin' through this Fendi (Ooh)\nAnd I can slide a big body or a mini\nI’m that same sick nigga hoppin' out where it get tricky (Ayy)\nNiggas call me Sean Paul, bitches know I’m gettin' busy\nIf you ever need a bitch, tell a nigga, I got plenty (Ayy)\nHundred round on this gun, I got plenty (I got plenty)\nI ain’t hidin', bitch, I’m slidin' through the city (Bitch, I slide)\nIf you want me, come and find me, you can get it (You can get it)\nHundred round, I ain’t leavin' 'til it’s empty (Dork)\nDead homies, nigga (Yeah)\nWe out here, dumb nigga (Yeah)\nWe ain’t hidin', we slidin', bitch, come and find me\nI’m out here\nAnd the whole gang with me, nigga\nAnd nobody got nothin' less than fifty, nigga\nLet 'em all go (Dork)\nThey don’t want smoke (Dork)