Everything Dead 150 EBK (Ft. Sha EK)

[Intro: Sha EK]
Suck my fucking dick, everything dead, nigga (Chee)
Smoking everybody fucking deads (Nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
Everything K, nigga
Grahh, grahh, grahh (Pow, pow)

[Chorus: Sha EK]
I don't give a fuck, whoever I see on that block gotta duck
Opp bitches called, said they wanna fuck
Whenever we link, I be bringing my gun (Die Y)
Cause I’m on that, big die Y
If they throwin', I throw back
I'm situated whenever I come outside, but them niggas don’t gotta know that

[Verse 1: Sha EK]
If they play, niggas know I'ma blow that
Three to one, we was upping the score facts
Suited up, he gon' think that we 'tote that
Niggas mothers gettin' punched
Lucky that we ain't put her in a blunt
If it's up, then I'm leaving it stuck (Uh-huhh)
No more Lotti, we smokin’ Notti
I told the guys: "Roll ’em up"

[Verse: 150 EBK]
On the Eight, I got eight in my gun
Fake drip, I spot him, he done
On the Hill, posin' just for fun
Spot a Y, bet I make him run
Smoke Fries, mix him with the Rah
L’zz here, posted on my side
We slide, they hide
Spin through, they die
I get hyped, let it fly
EK, what's the vibes?
Where the Glo? Let's get high
On the Third, with the guys
Make it hot, like gelatto
Let him run, hit him in his spine
Opp thot callin', I decline
Fuck OY, that’s the bottom line