EVERYTHING DEAD SugarHill Keem (Ft. Blockwork, Sha EK & Spongy Rolla)

[Intro: Sugarhill Keem]
Suck my dick, nigga
Everything dead, y'all niggas know what's goin' on
Grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
(Suck my dick, nigga, everything dead, smokin' all deads, nigga)
Move, move, move, look, like

[Verse 1: Sugarhill Keem]
Never lack, I stay wit' a knock
You fuck wit' them niggas, yeah, you gettin' shot
Get low, don't run to no cops
Ayo Spongy, let's spin through the opps
I run up to Kay Flock, yeah, he can get popped
Grrah, grrah-grrah
See Dougie, that boy get flocked, fuck that, put him in a box
I be buggin', don't tell me to stop
I be clutchin' spinnin' nigga block
Pass me the Move, i'ma up it and flock

[Verse 2: Blockwork]
Nigga you must not know, call Keem, I know he gon' throw
You'll think it's funny, this shit not a joke
All these bills in my pocket, but I'm not alone
I'ma spin 'til we not on the East though
Where thе percys? you know that we need those
As Mеx got packed, no, Miami got hit with this heat though
I'll be damned if I lack
Spend a bag on my drip, I ain't wearing no cheap clothes
If the gun jam up, then you know that we doubling back
You know that I could fight, bullets beat on his back
No question, i'ma geek on the track
Everything dead, we gon' leave it at that
Gang, gang, gang
Remember days I was tuckin' the skat
Now I walk to the crib wit' a big ass cat
If you want to die, run up on me
Why would I lie, keep a gun up on me
Don't get me wrong, like
Where some 4's, but I'm dropping the 4's, like
Pop out, oh, let's get it on, like
Catch Kay Flock, he gon' be gone, like
Pop out, oh, let's get it on, like
Catch Kay Flock, he gon' be gone, like