Everybody’s A b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1: Hopsin]
Yo, don't even ask me (Nope)
Your ho in the backseat (Yup) I dove in it fastly
Oh she was nasty (Ooh)
Inappropriate ass cheeks (Ooh) I was hopin' to actually
Fill her jaw with all my testicle ooze
Film it all and maybe text it to you
I'm feelin' awesome, you should step in my shoes
I'm ill in Boston with the rest of my crew
You flexin' on who? (Who?) Try to start a problem with a n*gga
Then you gon' be stuck (Gon' be stuck)
Somebody gotta end up on bottom
Man, I'm tellin' you, it won't be us (Won't be us)
Overly confident when I'm pulling up
On women as I hold these nuts (Oh he's nuts)
I talk a little gibberish
Then get inside that pus*y with the OG thrust
I wrote this dope, just hope it flows to pay off
Wrote this coast to coast provokin' chaos
Folks suppose the closest clone is Adolf
Don't get close 'cause bones get broke and ate off (Yikes!)
Rockin' all black like Batman (Batman)
Slap a n*gga with a back hand (Back hand)
I'm swaggin' on your motherf*ckin' rap clan (Rap clan)
I see through you n*ggas like a CAT scan
I've been the truth since fourteen
Been on and always let loose with mo' steam
Lit like a n*gga off juice and codeine
Breakin' all laws, actin' rude to police
b*tch, here's a nut you can use for protein
Y'all n*ggas don't be producin' no heat
I ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly
f*ck jewels and Rollies, b*tch n*ggas, all you below me
[Hook: King Los]
'Cause everybody's a b*tch if you ask me, if you ask me
If you ask me, if you ask me
Everybody's a b*tch if you ask me
I f*ck around and take everybody b*tch if you ask me
But don't ask me
Don't ask me n*gga, don't ask me n*gga
Don't ask me n*gga, don't ask me n*gga
'Cause everybody's a b*tch if you ask me
I f*ck around and take everybody b*tch if you ask me
That's real talk though, but don't ask me n*gga

[Verse 2: King Los & Royce da 5'9"]
King! I'm about to do my sh*t, Hop, I'm about to do my hip-hop
Where I rap and wear my diamond studded flooded wristwatch
And f*ck your b*tch in Gucci flip flops
I get two groupies and I just watch
I make them b*tches coochie lip lock
They think I'm awesome, Poppa's groovy
But this ain't a f*ckin' movie, get with the movin' the move
If you're goofy, I'ma make the f*ckin' scripts swap
I'm at the tip top of my game though, and my chain glow
Like I found the gold at the end of the rainbow
I heard your girl take five then take five then take five more
Like Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Jermaine though
And that's your main ho?
I heard he did the robot in the whole twat
The whole damn time you was thinkin' that whole thing lined
They had it lookin' like the "Soul Train" line
Choose up, elevate, move up
Maneuver, juice up, you suck, manure, you suck
My newer use of dudes who exclude us
Including Judas, fool, we exude
Upper echelon, the upper at your mosque
f*ck it, bet your broad done took off with your car
Sucker, bet you'd call the cops and cop a deuce
I cop a squad on n*ggas, c*ck a chopper too
Take the masses off a pile of Jabbawockeez
Keep the ratchets on me, keep you ratchets off me
Keep you actors back, peep the acrobat, n*ggas flip the script
People have your back or have your back in caskets
bast*rds once you die, that's it, once you lie
I'll cut you off like you drop your black ass in acid
Won't you fry?
Won't you buy a skirt and heels and twerk for bills?
'Cause everybody's a b*tch if you ask me
Haha, yup, and we the strongest boys
I done been considered the best for like the longest, boy
I got p*ssed off and hopped on the phone with Royce
"Yo Los, what up my n*gga?"
"Mm, sh*t, uh, man, I need a favor from the god"
"n*gga you the GOAT, n*gga anything you need, what's good?"
"Okay, then this won't be hard
I need that two minute unlimited of you and Eminem
"Bad Meets Evil" sequel, eye for an eye
Fetty Wap, Masika, secret technique
Street meets perfectionist, unique eclecticness (Royce!)
I need that why the f*ck do Akademiks
Keep postin' all the wackest rappin' gimmicks?
I got a platinum plaque in Swag Olympics back in the day"
I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn, I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay
Just cashed a six figure check, that's called a fabulous day
Miraculous, practice this, after this, they gon' hashtag them to pray
But half of 'em tagged as my prey
Immaculate passion to pass, I'm surpassin' the Jays
The Biggie and Pacs, 'cause that's what they would want
To give me the shot, the Nas's gave us knowledge
Pun gave us puns, once they was done
They would want the one that was finna take it
Know you pus*y n*ggas really finna hate it
This my inner sanctum, this ain't entertainment
And this sh*t a movie and they finna tape it
Morpheus, Neo, agents in "The Matrix"
And it's ancient and it's painted on the wall of the pyramids
f*ck all y'all!
[Hook: King Los]
'Cause everybody's a b*tch if you ask me, if you ask me
If you ask me, if you ask me
Everybody's a b*tch if you ask me
I f*ck around and take everybody b*tch if you ask me
But don't ask me
Don't ask me n*gga, don't ask me n*gga
Don't ask me n*gga, don't ask me n*gga
'Cause everybody's a b*tch if you ask me
I f*ck around and take everybody b*tch if you ask me
Woo! But don't ask me n*gga

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
You chasin' that glitz and that glamor, not I, I'm chasin' that guap
I'm lookin' like Joe Budden chasin' 'em kids
With them cameras with rocks, racin' that clock
Plus I dress spectacular, havin' an adverse effect on wackness
Last verse leave headless rappers
Blast first, ask questions after, 'cept I don't ask no questions
I'm just like a terrorist
If I like her pics, my wife likes her dead
I only di*k down bad ass black b*tches
But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown
And aim straight for that white girl head (woah)
If she Spanish, I am papi
I probly hypnotized her like the eye of Hopsin
Y'all guys, y'all been robbed a bunch of times
But, not I, I am Ryan Lochte
I kick down doors, true 6 Mile boy
Part of a breed that never existed before
You the last of a dying copy
Here to shake the game with my vibration, uh
I used to dream about just makin' plain paper clean without traces
But now sh*t done changed
Now I just make paper plane, like Roc Nation
If you n*ggas start with me
I'll leave you stiff as khakis with the starcher crease
n*gga the art is key, it's important to me you don't win against me
It's more to me than just Benz's and Jeeps
It's more to me than just a Eminem beef
Even though these weirdos hard to please
I got Moses at my show pointin', goin', "Heed apart the sea!"
I don't wear no condoms, what the f*ck are condoms?
I don't trust no rappers, I don't f*ck behind 'em
I go Kobe, Steph, LeBron and shoot my shot and
Hit it with no second sniffers
I only go for seconds at the bed and breakfast
f*ckin', hollerin' nothin', yellin', "Nothin's promised!"
That's 'cause I'm f*ckin' hot as the Bahamas (Woo!)
That's 'cause I'm hot as the Bahamas
I been makin' money hand over fist fast
I send your baby mama home
With a condition called Land Rover whiplash
'Cause I let it go hammy 'til she drain my vehicle battery
Gave me like three or four cavities
From wearin' edible panties (achoo!) I gotta be in broke allergy
Being locale and mortality don't resonate with a super human being
I used to shoot and spin
And keep shootin', now I'm doin' shoots for Spin & GQ (Errt!)
Ooh, tire marks skid
Roof's see through, fly alcoholic, rich dude recluse
Crack a dollar on my wrist with these jewels
She said she love me, told the b*tch, "b*tch, me too!"
This is what happens when you hear three kings on a track
My style is one of one and undercomin'
Wasn't sh*t before it
I sat in these sessions until I turn to rigor mortis
The architect of artful tact, I'm not a dime, I'm off of that
What I'm writin' down just Don DeMarco raps
I'm wearing blue Jays
And my eagle flyin' through your Cardinal's hat
This freezin' cartridge'll heat your ass, part your crack
Lean your carcass then arch your back, uh
Tell these artists it's hard to argue facts
Go see if the charts will market that (Woo!)
I got javelin swag, off to the races with bars
Fly, my only ultimatum is Mars
My b*tch is the baddest, her ass is the fattest
She tatted with class (Woo!)
I take her for granted, I met her on Madison Ave
Just to give her balance, took her to the Radisson last
I just grab it and smash it then toss it
When b*tches and n*ggas see me in person
They be just like when Calvin was walkin'
In that Mickey D's commercial, yeah, they see me workin'
They're like, "Hey hey, Ryan, look like you're goin' to work!"
(Hey, get money!) But I ain't on my way to McDonald's
I'm sprayin' them llamas: pop-pop-pop-pop!
But nothing's f*ckin' funny, track back jumpin'
All I think about is who gon' pick up all this f*ckin' money
Like Blac Youngsta, weightliftin'
Whippin' 850s with a license plate
That say: "All y'all n*ggas straight b*tches" (Woo!)