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everybody killa - rsb poopie lyrics

[intro]
n*gga i’m a man, n*gga, with the gun or without the gun
n*gga, dead homes, i’ll stand ten, n*gga (aye, ah ahrrr)
on my momma, n*gga, from the streets to the county, n*gga
dead homies, aye, aye, aye (richgoskitz get it jumpin’ like he play drums)

[chorus]
they k!lled j. j by the crib, but they clapped blacc at that store (at that store)
i ain’t gotta do it, but i’mma name a couple more (name a couple more)
they did d*money like a hoe while he was chillin’ on the blade (on the blade)
that n*gga died from cancer, so i can’t roll up lil j
lil baby rubbin’ on my pants, while i roll thе other j
they k!lled cholo at thе store, same place they caught fa
these n*ggas think it’s sweet ’cause i’m on ankle
can’t come around the gz scared to spin, ’cause we gon’ make you, aye

[verse]
k*sauce in my wood, it got me scared to pop a 30
ain’t come to post no clip, our only true intention was to murk him
hit the highway lil baby, this is my way
i pray i don’t go like blacc, with a shot that enter my brain (ahh ahrrr)
meme told, he run the 5, now that’s some clown sh*t
i popped his homie, it got me in some outta town sh*t
aye , look, but we ride with outta town bl!cks
f*ck 1090, how ya’ll cool with an outta town snitch?
f*ck panella, f*ck the tribe, f*ck the 2
bounced out on him, left him dead, he was just tryna go to school, aye
keep it off the ‘net, this gangster sh*t discreet
if you try to line me, i might do a n*gga like he reek, aye
aye, or do a n*gga like he j. j
i pray to god the bros don’t ever do me like i’m aj
i call lil brazy, brazy, he keep an hk
i’m smokin’ on that b*tch that died in tracy, ’cause i’m 8k
aye, aye, shoutout bro
i ain’t yellin’ free no n*gga if he ain’t known for poppin’ doors, aye
i don’t even know bkandz, but i can’t wait until we meet
in the county, i whooped on every little p*ssy from mb
i’m 8k, i’m 5k, n*gga, and it’s f*ck a 3
f*ckin’ my opp b*tch, i got my chop, every time we link (every time)
lil bro keep it real, you know what typa time i’m on
these the same n*ggas used to press in juvie hall
i’mma shoot, no hesitatin’ when lil p**pie got the ball
let’s go pop a sac’ n*gga, since ya’ll wanna get involved, aye
when lil p**pie got the ball
let’s go pop a sac’ n*gga, since ya’ll wanna get in*
[chorus]
they k!lled j. j by the crib, but they clapped blacc at that store (market)
i ain’t gotta do it, but i’mma name a couple more (name a couple more)
they did d*money like a hoe while he was chillin’ on the blade (chillin’)
that n*gga died from cancer, so i can’t roll up lil j
lil baby rubbin’ on my pants, while i roll the other j
they k!lled cholo at the store, same place they caught fa
these n*ggas think it’s sweet ’cause i’m on ankle
can’t come around the gz scared to spin, ’cause we gon’ make you, on the dead homies

[outro]
aye, n*gga
free the j, n*gga, f*ck the opps, n*gga
f*ck 8k, 5k, n*gga, 3k, n*gga, dead homies, n*gga
f*ck the suckas, n*gga
free the g, n*gga
ah*ahhrrr, ahrrr

- rsb poopie lyrics

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