Lil $tunt - Everybody Lyrics

Can't be playing expecting not to get played
Can't be spraying expecting not to get sprayed
Horizontal dancing, working up a sweat
Get it 'til the death, do I part wigs
F*ck the pigs, why they bite the hand that feed 'em
I'ma lead 'em down a dark road, play the next episode
Call me Dr. Dre, I been plotting my next play
F*ck your hurt feelings, bitches got nothing to say
Murdering beats, put 'em six feet underground
I'll sit up in the pound with my dogs if I got to
Slurring my speech, I ain't knowing how I really sound
At the mound, bitch, batter up, I gotta get my batter up
Why they always scatter up
Shattering boards, I'ma put you on a poster
Getting closer to the cheese, I was staying in traps
I'm just tryna get it back, they was stealing out my sack
They smiles disappearing, everybody adhering
Engineering, no degree, I been domineering
Building up my money, tell how that ain't fortunate
How you playing on me when I got coordinates
Recording it, I ain't f*cking with this hoe
I been creeping in the dark, I'm a f*cking Mr. Poe
With the flow, they ain't touching my flow
That I know, why you calling me your bro
Slow-mo, just poured four
This North Pole, she hoe, hoe
No World Star, this world tour
We forego formalities
Reality hit hard
I hit the hardest
Yeah, that bitch is heartless
I'ma get the job done regardless
F*cking Meryl Streep, she a old ass bird
What's the word on the street, cutting up like I been surgeon
Popping bottles of bourbon, I been working on a sermon
F*ck your versions, that's for certain, I been peeking out the curtain
I need a diversion, think I'm under surveillance
Wet, Pacific Ocean, she smelling my fragrance
Anybody could get it, everybody could get it
I been taking hella shots, now it's everybody getting it
Roller coaster, double cup off the coaster
Cooking lil' homies, nickname me the toaster
I be doing shit for the love of the game
I'll never be the same, I was f*cking with lames
F*ck with no lames, f*cking stay in your lane
You do it for the fame, I just wanna hear my name
Out they mouths, keep my name out your mouth
I just took it out her mouth, tell me why she looking proud, yeah
Slow-mo, just poured four
This North Pole, she hoe, hoe
No World Star, this world tour
We forego formalities
Reality hit hard
I hit the hardest
Yeah, that bitch is heartless
I'ma get the job done regardless
(Bottles of bourbon, I been working on a sermon)
(F*ck your versions, that's for certain, I been peeking out the curtain)
(I need a diversion, think I'm under surveillance)
(Wet, Pacific Ocean, she smelling my fragrance)
(Anybody could get it, everybody could get it)
(I been taking hella shots, now it's everybody getting it)
(Roller coaster, double cup off the coaster)
(Cooking lil' homies, nickname me the toaster)