Andiroo - Everything (feat. 26 Hold'n & Ty Benz) Lyrics

Everybody thinking that I'm a God
But nobody thinking that I'm a fraud
Everybody tryna spit my songs
But nobody's thinking about my thoughts
Of having opinion about these thots
And hoes and the whores and the curly tops
Your boy never having a writer's block
If you think I do you can blow my cock
And I cock back, get it outta your mouth
I'm proving myself, and your shouting you're proud
Get outta my face with opinions now
That shit don't affect me I wish you were down
With what I am saying but straight through your dome
Are my words you'll never be taught you are so
F*cked up in the head thinking your the best
Not what your girl said about your little chode
When am I ever gonna be another excuse
To never gotta carry all my weight, a caboose
Motherf*cker gonna know when I be drinking the booze
What I'm gonna do to you, bitch I'm thinking abuse
Shop now, gotta cop now, gimme top now
Running a train she a thot, wow
Stop crowd surfing
But an earthling wouldn't do the wave
That ain't okay, but at the end of the day
He would wave to me
Say to me, man your out of this world I would know
How to mess with the flows yo
Got the homie 26 and Juicy
Don't need writers you know I take out the loose leaf
Working every day but never gonna lose sleep
All the shit your saying that always goes through me
Every day but never gonna lose sleep
All the shit your saying that always goes through me
I got a goal, I'm gonna make it put that on my soul
This for the bro
Put that on everything put that on anything
Put that on anything put that on everything

I want it all, not just a little I'm coming on top
I don't recall talking to you dude I must've forgot
You must've thought you can just talk to me but you can not
You better stop look at the clock ice on my wrist I'm a dude with a plot
Gold on my watch, f*cking a thot as I'm drinking the scotch

I can drink a liter like a dude who caught a cheater
I can run a kilometer like a millimeter
Imma leave you leaking like a broken water heater
Thinking you're smart? Better believe that I'm a teacher
Feature this feature that, what is that?
I don't got no time to have an itty-bitty chit-chat
I got shit on the schedule lemme give you a visual I'm a very impeccable individual
Indivisible, I just wanna live out my dream
I been thinking and plotting on how to make out my scheme
Even in my dream, I been thinking about a theme
Taking it to extreme and it'll make you scream
Talk shit, talk smack, why is that?
Full of hella drama, cause you prolly full of hella crap
And this shit is hella wack
I might have to bust you up and put you in a little nap
If you keep on blabbing with yo silly rap
Talking hella shit, when I was writing that
Creepin in the back, writing for you on every track
Go Berserk or maybe you're going to trash
Call up Zach, have em show me how I couldn't rap
Rappers always playing like they know about a topic
But they never have the facts or talk a little bout the logic
All the rappers are stupid they sound retarded
Look at Fetty Wap, he was already forgotten
I got a goal, I'm gonna make it put that on my soul
This for the bro
Put that on everything put that on anything
Put that on anything put that on everything
Put that on everything put that on anything
Put that on anything put that on everything

I want it all, not just a little I'm coming on top
I don't recall talking to you dude I must've forgot
You must've thought you can just talk to me but you can not
You better stop look at the clock ice on my wrist I'm a dude with a plot
Gold on my watch, f*cking a thot as I'm drinking the scotch

I'm the breadwinner
Yuh, girl-getter when you lacking in performance
Don't be hating cause she want it
Give her little this, little that having her coming back to trap
Where we cooking up these tracks, that's a fact
We be running through these thots like ABC's
Lay em out, count em up, like one, two, three
Every single beat, I be laying heat murder everything I see, I be goin' on a killing spree
Dropping hits, the city sleeping on the boy
Known to take it to the tab when a nigga get annoyed
Roley on my wrist, got your girly on my dick
Get it through brain 'til I make a bitch forget, gone