เนื้อเพลง Everybody Know - Gucci Mane

[Intro:]
Hah, Ku a b*tch mo f*cka
808 mafia, TM Everybody Know
Everybody know everybody know

[Verse 1:]
I got them scrubs hanging out ma pocket everybody know
I'm a mo f*cking killer a armadillo on the low
Got em brick for the low so everybody know
I just bring it to yo door n*gga everybody know
Got the fire on moby I'll shoot through the door
If i'm standing upstairs I'll shoot through the floor
Dog food blackberries yeah Gucci serving crows
An yo b*tch say she never seen a neck so froze
Got em diamonds on ma chest i'm so mother f*cking blessed
Way back on Mona Cres. Then I was a walking cheque
I'm a man of respect I'll shoot you in the neck
Plea your with f*ck with this I ain't aiming for your chest
[Chorus:]
Got em bricks in the house and everybody know
Everybody know, everybody know
Say 12 at the door damn everybody go, everybody go
Man everybody go
Got the powders here n*gga man I got em for the low everybody know
Everybody know, everybody know
OG a fresh serving with Gua up yo door everybody know, everybody know

[Verse 2:]
Everybody know I'm a mother f*cking G
Everybody know I'm in the mother f*cking street
Everybody know everybody I ain't f*cking with you n*ggas
Most D n*gga really D sweet
These n*ggas ain't sticking to the G-code, fresh army n*gga
These n*ggas fold. These n*ggas ain't living lows
These n*ggas ain't selling bows
N*gga i'm in the streets 365 , [?] on ma thighs
Colombia drive
Yeah tryna better my situation by paper chasing
These n*ggas hating but f*ck it, keep these n*ggas waiting
Plus they ain't spending no money anyway so what the f*ck is you saying
N*gga ima get money I love the money i'm sleeping with it
Yo b*tch i'm creeping with it the clip look just like it's kicking
It's poking out you see that b*tch it's poking out
The rims is poking out am who these hoes spoke about

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Spend a hundred on the chopper, hundred on the bar
Hundred young n*gga wanna ball in [?]
Hundred on ma chain fifty on ma ring
God know when we so icy gang
Yo b*tch stand about 5-2 my money stand about 5 too
Do whatever I tell her too my jump out the plane in a ma parachute
Now everybody know a real playing game
My young n*ggas they paru
F*ck a P bust at the P should seen how they swine flu
Now i'm a G who the f*ck are you
Yo old b*tch I made her my boo
Got a Bank roll that can't fold got shooters on my payroll
Me grew up in street money [?] everyday say dope money fit
1017 chain on my neck everywhere I go the boy stay on fleek
And I got cars in my garage that I ain't drove yet
Diamonds round my neck and my wrist that boy be frozen

[Chorus]