Everybody (Prod. Noize)

[Verse 1: Lil Wintr]

B**** I can't stop, no no

B**** I got your hoe on go

I stay copping all that dro, dro

Rackin' up, stackin' up, y'all know

Boy I cannot slow down now

I just be stacking, they asking me how

Broke boys, I cannot allow

Straight to the top, b**** I'll never be down

Yeah, all my bands, all my racks, b****

I be swerving downtown, pumping on the gas b****

Yeah, I stay guapped, I be taxin'

Hoes up on my dick, like oh my god, what is happening

Boy I cannot slow down now

I just be stacking, they asking me how

Broke boys, I cannot allow

Straight to the top, b**** I'll never be down

[Verse 2: Shiro]

Thumbin' through a check while she throw it back

Shawty say she love me 'cause she know I rap

Flexing all designer, I'm in all black

They gon' play my music 'cause they into that

Woah, ten bands in my closet, ain't it flexed up

She gon' throw me neck, throw me neck though

All your music sound the same, you won't ever grow

All my gang coming up, I can't wait to blow

All my gang coming up, I can't wait to blow

All these b****** used to hate me, now my cash flow

Throwin' dirt on my name, now they fans though

All these girls come my way, I don't need a hoe

No, I'm not famous, but I'm 'bout to be

Tryna stay focused, hoe don't bother me

Leave that hoe on read, always say I'm mean

Kick her out the whip when she make a scene

[Verse 3: Despair]

Pullin' up with the pack in my 'preme bag

Spend a f****** check then I make it back

Your b****, she call my phone, yeah she on my sack

Just me and all my gang, yeah we spending racks

B**** I be cruisin' and movin'

You know the f*** how I do this

You name it, yeah you know I've been through it

This money and clout, not gon' lose it

[Verse 4: Hella Sketchy]

All designer on my body, flex on everybody, yeah

All these fakes in my way, acting cool but they not when they used to hate on me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Got my racks up, got my bands up

Yeah I need a shorty, she gon' give me stand-up

I just think I fell in love with the bands though

I can't chase any girl, all of them know

Two beans on my lip, two beans on my lap

Red beam on my hip, red beam on my strap

I cannot flex on you cucks when I rap

'Cause I'm too rich, I got .30's with the Mac

[Verse 5: Marcelo]

I'm moving why, why they going slow now?

I'm stacking why, they hating now

I don't know why they tryin' to flex on me

They just mad 'cause they shit be so weak

Talking crazy, but they wanna get a feat

Money up, got Raf Simons on my feet