Two-9 - Everything lyrics

rate me

Instead of loading the chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt

But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want

I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front

A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want

‘Cause we want everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Designer, my clothes and my drugs

I pull up in skinnies at clubs

Your bitch on my dick, she come to the crib

She passed around, no love

My niggas, they skating and dealing

She saying the money appealing

Ain’t worry about what the fuck a nigga gonna say

All the real niggas say they gonna feel it

Said I got crosses all on my denim

Bands stuffed up in them

My bank card and my face card

Hope the same way I’m chilling

Smoking weed when I’m rolling weed

And I’m drinking, too

Not one gram of my new dutch, hoe, I need to

Just a bunch of young niggas getting paid

She gonna smoke but she never get saved

Jump a song but they never get played

Blunt full of kush, my class got bait

Drop the tab, I’m straight

These other niggas too late

Said my niggas got now, this other niggas got away

Instead of loading the chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt

But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want

I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front

A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want

‘Cause we want everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Run up in the crib like runner

Baby saw the drugs and the money

Baby saw the ones and the hundreds

Smile when we do it like it’s funny

Black dog nigga, he didn’t even see it coming

Caught him in the back, no, nigga, no running

From the East Side, my nigga, it’s nothing

…hit him with the hot then it’s all over

Going through the fridge and I run through the matches

Fuck the bullshit, nigga, tell me where you stashing

Lad named Bronson, all about action, 38 golden, let a nigga flash it

I sell grams, nigga still attacking…camera on the set but it’s still no acting

Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, nigga

Now it’s Alexander Wang and your bitch on my wang

I fucked her in the rim, she almost broke my chain

Murakami on the plain, what the fuck you think?

We don’t a little, we want everything

Instead of loading the chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt

But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want

I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front

A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want

‘Cause we want everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything