Westside Gunn, DJ Swamp Izzo, Jeezy - MR EVERYTHING (feat. Jeezy)

Four Seasons for a month, that's me Pull up on the curb, cleats and hood, gotta be (gotta be, skrr-skrr) Nigga got some nerve, nigga think that he me (ah) Shooter said he wanna kill you anyway, it's free (boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom) I was sittin' courtside, trench full of cheese (hood rich nigga) You ain't never sat in duplexes filled with fiends All you heard was toilets flushing when they sweep I mean I was laying on a cot all this shit was a dream Now I'm sittin' on top with a M16, 'case a nigga wanna plot make that nigga straight lean Bullets hot like sriracha (grrrt), forty with the beam Switch the strings in the lobsters, box logo 'Preme Got blood on the mop, neck on freeze Can I fuck you and your bestie? We can make a scene I'm a cum on your bestie (woo), have you lick it clean When it come to this fly shit, nigga I'm the king (Swamp Izzo) Wipe the gun on the Baccarat first mix with Van Cleef Mixed with Cartier, they can't stand me Grillz by Dolly on my damn teeth (damn teeth) Walk through the Louvre lookin' fancy (lookin' fancy) Kobe wore the same Jeff hand me (ah) Bought fifty guns for the family (for the fam-) Fifty K in the Chrome Heart fanny (ah) These fuck niggas can't stand me Yeah, I got it from here, Gunn Look, walk through my garage, it's a car lot Yeah the hundreds all blue, but the cars not Building after building, I don't buy stock Only me and Hov got this bitch, yeah this our watch (damn) That triple beam scale like a Grammy This that for and a baby took her Plan B Me and Gunn in a suite at the Delos fight Yeah, you know that money longer than a Vegas flight I got steel, I got lead, I got paper nigga I got M's, I got O's, I got acres nigga Bust a jugg, make a play, get some paper nigga Why would you show them niggas love when they hate you nigga, yeah