Everything Dead lyrics

[Intro: 150 Wiz & COE Wiki]
Grrah boom
150 sh*t
Grrr
150 shots from a 150 member, n*gga
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah boom
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah boom

[Chorus: 150 Wiz]
Every time that we slide, make a mess
On a bike I’m just lookin’ for rec', like
Hoodie on, mask on, full Nike tech
Talkin’ on deads, now it’s everythin’ dead
.40 so loud, sh*t got me feelin’—
Like, I be feelin’ like knockin’ off heads
PSA, b*tch, we catchin' they Jets
Like f*ck that, tryna catch them in they 'jects, like

[Verse 1: 150 Wiz]
I ain’t even gon’ play in the spot
Like, shoot up the function if he Drilly Bop
What they throw, add a K and get dropped
Duck your top, I thought they had unlimited shots?
Thеy like why you be buggin’ and sh*t?
Like, why thеy be runnin’ and sh*t?
They took off when we didn’t even click
b*tch, it’s big C.O.E, just my L'zzz and my 'R,ips like
Come through, don’t panic
Don’t be scared cause they never do sh*t
We act bad, hop out, start sprayin’ and sh*t
Tell bro roll down the tints tryna hang out the whip
Tryna do ‘em like, Rick
Catch ‘em right in the lobby and do ‘em like Mitch
We them n*ggas that do what they rap ‘bout
sh*t make a move, so I go back out the blick, like
[Verse 2: COE Wiki]
If we roll on a opp, don’t trip
Like b*tch if I throw, won’t miss
56 where I stay, feel a way, take a trip
If he look at me twice, get to bangin’ and sh*t
n*gga, that’s how I’m feelin’
C.O.E, that sh*t know that we different
When Villy got shot, wasn’t done with the spinnin’
He stopped at the light, n*gga lucky we missed him
C.O.E, I can’t f*ck with no other
You better start throwin’, ain’t no takin’ cover
She the line, b*tch I’m shootin’ it under
And he catch a shot, like don’t think you got one up
Cause he don’t, on a pedal just waitin’ to throw
Get a hot one for thinkin’ he bold
We on 150 sh*t, knocka wipin’ his nose, like, like

[Chorus: 150 Wiz]
Every time that we slide, make a mess
On a bike I’m just lookin’ for rec', like
Hoodie on, mask on, full Nike tech
Talkin’ on deads, now it’s everythin’ dead
.40 so loud, sh*t got me feelin’—
Like, I be feelin’ like knockin’ off heads
PSA, b*tch, we catchin' they Jets
Like f*ck that, tryna catch them in they 'jects, like
Every time that we slide, make a mess
On a bike I’m just lookin’ for rec', like
Hoodie on, mask on, full Nike tech
Talkin’ on deads, now it’s everythin’ dead
.40 so loud, sh*t got me feelin’—
Like, I be feelin’ like knockin’ off heads
PSA, b*tch, we catchin' they Jets
Like f*ck that, tryna catch them in they 'jects, like