Everybody Dies lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Cameras, I despise, they can't look me in my eyes
I act meek as of a sheep but a coyote in disguise
Got a condo full of pies and I love to improvise
Mob ties like a wiseguy, I have you cooked and fried
If you try me, I'ma blind yah swear somebody died
Since he lied the way he lied then he sleepin' with the flies
Homicide, suicide, genocide when I ride
R.I.P. D.O.A., EMT just arrived
Throw his body in the ocean, let it wash out with the tide
Tie his head to a tire 'cause I knew he would collide
Thought that I would let it slide but I cannot set aside
Drop the beef, the n*gga tried but his request was denied

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
The goons, the b*tches, everybody dies
The dogs, the fishes, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
The goons, the b*tches, everybody dies
The dogs, the fishes, everybody dies

[Verse 2: Wooh da Kid]
f*ck with Dirt Gang, get murked
f*ck with Gucci Mane, get murked
f*ck with Flocka Flame, get murked
And I put that sh*t on dirt
I ain't talkin' 'bout no water game when I say my n*ggas squirt
They pull up, hop out, BOW BOW SKRRRRT
It's DT, n*gga, when you see me, n*gga
[?] on n*gga
When I squeeze this Glock, turn to feces, n*gga
And I'm 'bout that life
No Adidas, but I got them stripes
And I got that TEC, if I cut that check
Then my young n*ggas gon' go nice
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
The goons, the b*tches, everybody dies
The dogs, the fishes, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
The goons, the b*tches, everybody dies
The dogs, the fishes, everybody dies

[Verse 3: Da$h]
Everybody gunnin', shoot 'em up, bang
Straightjacket music, Brick Squad, we insane
Everybody dies, from the roaches to the rats
Everybody dies, that's a mothaf*ckin' fact
Gucci, Debo, Flock, they handle their B.I
Cop a 15, load it up like I'm T.I
Brick Squad shooters, we got killers on the west
.44 Bulldog don't leave a stupid mess

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
The goons, the b*tches, everybody dies
The dogs, the fishes, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
f*ck with Brick Squad, n*gga, everybody dies
The goons, the b*tches, everybody dies
The dogs, the fishes, everybody dies
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