[Intro]
Everything Foreign Nigga
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
All I hear is gunshots (bang, bang)
Up and down my block (yeah, ow!)
It don’t never stop (ow!)
Either you in or out
I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don’t know who shot ’em
It’s lookin’ like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday a nigga D.I.E
If anybody scared, fuck from ’round me
If you ain’t with the bid’ness, get the fuck from ’round me
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Slide down on my niggas on tip (raah!)
30 shots they gon’ go through your whip (hits)
I’m the man, smokin’ nigga like a zip
Then turn around and I fuck on his bitch (bop, bop, bop, bop)
I gotta keep movin’, keep one in the Ruger (ayy)
Bullets hot, they gon’ hit your medula (yeah)
I’m chasin’ the sack, gotta get to the safe
By any means, gotta get that moolah (bop, bop, bop, bop)
It’s gun shots erywhere so, boy, you better hide (you finna hide)
If Breezy say it’s fuck you, so you know I’m finna slide (watch me slide)
Watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprise
Hollow tips gon’ hit ’em then I’m hoppin’ in that ride (bop, bop, bop, bop)
Say the people took my brother, so I’m screamin’, “Fuck the feds”
I rather keep that blower ‘fore my mama see me dead
If a nigga run up on me, I’ma fill ’em up with lead (raah!)
.223’s hit his body, pop a nigga like some mints
If I ever hit a lick then you know I’m breakin’ bread (I’m breakin’ bread)
Niggas snitchin’ to the cops, they be talkin’ to the feds
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
All I hear is gunshots (bang, bang)
Up and down my block (yeah, ow!)
It don’t never stop (ow!)
Either you in or out (I see)
I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don’t know who shot ’em
It’s lookin’ like The Walking Dead, zombies (bang, bang)
Everyday a nigga D.I.E (woah, ooh)
If anybody scared, get the fuck from ’round me (bang, bang)
If you ain’t with the bid’ness, get the fuck from ’round me
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You better find that exit (exit)
Stop that flexin’ (stop)
Before I send you to the Reverend
All my niggas reckless, you get the message
None of y’all ain’t gon’ shoot (pow)
Niggas lame, tryna complain
Bitches still snitchin’ if you tell the truth (oh woah-oh-oh)
You ain’t ’bout shit, now leave (shit, now leave)
And now I got a dick on me (dirty clip)
I made this bitch feel my piece (yeah, yeah)
And she ain’t never felt one of these
Yeha, tell her bend over
Then I shot man down, it’s over
Then a man hit coke just like soda
Man tellin’ lie, lemme kill all the rumors
Mash up the pussy, gah run, run to her
Whine up for me, you gotta come sooner
Nigga headless, knock out the tumor
Give ’em good dick now all I hear is
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
All I hear is gunshots (bang, bang)
Up and down my block (yeah, ow!)
It don’t never stop (ow!)
Either you in or out (I see)
I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don’t know who shot ’em
It’s lookin’ like The Walking Dead, zombies (bang, bang)
Everyday a nigga D.I.E (woah, ooh)
If anybody scared, get the fuck from ’round me
If you ain’t with the bid’ness, get the fuck from ’round me

[Verse 1]
I got you, yeah
I got you, yeah
I got you in my zone baby
I feel you from a mile away
I never was the type to rush
But it difference, it was night and day
And my heart doesn’t need too much
And I never speak my mind enough
But I want you to come my way
And I won’t let this moment go to waste
[Pre-Chorus]
Handle with care, never thought I’d see the day
I want you right here, feel my love in everywhere I
Handle with care, never thought I’d see the day
I want you right here, feel my love in
[Chorus]
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you, yeah
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
[Verse 2]
I catch you when you smile my way
I’ll catch you when I make you stay
Now put your hands around my neck
And I’ll show you what I want to say
My heart really needs this love
Yeah my body really needs this touch
And I love when you come my way
Yeah I won’t let this moment go to waste
[Pre-Chorus]
Handle with care, never thought I’d see the day
I want you right here, feel my love in everywhere I
Handle with care, never thought I’d see the day
I want you right here, feel my love in
[Chorus]
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
Put my hand on your shoulder, pull you in closer
I want you, right here
I want you, right here
Put you hands on my neck
Put my hands on your waist
I want you, right here
I want you, right here
Put you hands on my neck
Put my hands on your waist
[Pre-Chorus]
Handle with care, never thought I’d see the day
I want you right here, feel my love in everywhere I
Handle with care, never thought I’d see the day
I want you right here, feel my love in
[Chorus]
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you (I want you, right here)
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you
All over you, all over you

This beat is crazy, shout out to me. [Intro]
Yeah. I’m on some kill everybody shit, fuck y’all! Fuck it [Verse 1]
Yeah, I’ve been withholdin’, I really feel like explodin’
People pokin’, provokin’, I’m suffocating, I’m chokin’
The feeling that no one gets it, I just try to suppress it
I really need to express it, I really should reinvest it and go off
Off, off on you bitches
I wonder why these fuckin’ grown men always talkin’ like bitches
Y’all so obsessed with me, I’ve never even talked to you bitches
I’d run you over with my Lambo, wouldn’t stop for you bitches
I’m at my breaking point, I can wave and point
And they’ll start breaking joints so loudly, exclamation point
Rappers takin’ bribes, they be shavin’ points
I see the game from every angle, I be playin’ point
I be playin’ coach, I be playin’ owner
I be playin’ fan, and I play promoter
Gettin’ great exposure from all the hate, y’all are hustling backwards
This goes for anybody and any bum-ass rapper, pussy
[Chorus]
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Any rapper can get it, I’m sending headshots, headshots
You can’t talk to me if you can’t sell out Red Rocks, Red Rocks
That’s ten thousand, watch your mouth when you speak ’bout your superiors
Premeditated murder, I’m plottin’ with my Nigerians (Yes, oh!)
Peekin’ through you, chiefin’ and eating fufu
We see what this dreamin’ grew to, arenas in Honolulu
Doin’ streams like I’m Hulu, label talks via Bluetooth
People tryna do voodoo, this zoo is making me coo-coo
And fuck the media and the politics in this industry
The snakes and the lies and the gossip in this industry
And fuck these WWE-ass rappers
High school mentality, glee-ass rappers
Fake family ties, y’all say brother too much
Y’all get played by the same women, y’all say you love her too much
And y’all be runnin’ from the truth, y’all take cover too much
I’m gettin’ tired of this shit, man, enough is enough
[Chorus]
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Rappers dissin’ for attention that the music ain’t gettin’
I understand, it’s frustratin’ watching my rapper descent
Watching arenas sell out, watching my plaques multiply
When you don’t headline a tour, and when you drop they don’t buy
But you got followers though, but what they followin’ for
But that’s ’cause most of them are fake, let me let your followers know
That y’all be payin’ social media agencies twenty thou’ every month
Just to comment, like, and follow your account
It’s all a front, y’all are glorified Instagram entertainers
Got millions of followers, but can’t even sell out your basement
Y’all droppin’ antics and skits ’cause you can’t drop a hit
Flashin’ jewelry, posting lean, poppin’ Xanax for clicks
Infatuated with designer, costume shop carollers
Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of Boondocks characters
Damn, y’all not scarin’ us with your Internet loose lips
I be at the same festivals y’all don’t do shit
[Chorus]
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
Kill ’em all (kill ’em all)
[Outro]
Man, I don’t even like that it’s this easy to write whole songs and shit about this type of shit. I never even met y’all man, y’all so fuckin’ obsessed. All you little fuckin’, uh, D League, peasant, tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists and shit, y’all can suck my dick. I miss my old shit sometimes. Sometimes you just gotta get it off your chest though. I hope the fans understand that sometimes I really be tryna leave this shit, man.

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Oh-oh well, yeah yeah
Dubba AA-Flex
Oh wit’ it, anything wit’ it, takin’ my time wit’ it
And I ain’t scared to die
[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I told ’em I’m dyin’ wit’ it, I’ll never change up
They say that how I’m livin’ that I need to wake up
I’m slangin’ that iron wit’ it, they’ll never frame us
They want me dead but I ain’t scared, I got my change up
This is the sound
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
It’s a murder, yeah, they screamin’ out murder, yeah
They steady screamin’ it’s a murder
They gotta take my soul, I been thuggin’ since a youngin’
Motherfuck which way he go, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Motherfuck that talkin’, run down on him hunnid shots on dat drum
Said they want me but I ain’t scared, we go to war where I’m from
Most of my niggas up in jail and half got killed by a gun
187 we be wildin’, all I know is redrum
When I say that it’s up they gon’ it lay down
2 up under my belt, we don’t play around
400 shots in the car when it go down
Step on all of them before the sun down
Steady talkin’ like he wit’ it, he say he gon’ kill me
You know for a fact I don’t stand down
Bust your head for my nigga, I shoot ’til it’s empty
Ain’t no shakin’ back when I run down
[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I told ’em I’m dyin’ wit’ it, I never change up
They say that how I’m livin’ that I need to wake up
I’m slangin’ that iron wit’ it, they’ll never frame us
They want me dead but I ain’t scared, I got my change up
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
It’s a murder, yeah, they screamin’ out murder, yeah
They steady screamin’ it’s a murder
They gotta take my soul, I been thuggin’ since a youngin’
Motherfuck which way he go, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Pussy nigga it’s a murder, 187 send your ass to heaven, and send your family blessings
Hit you with the Smith and Wesson
Or beat your ass like Tekken and told your pussy ass to check in
That’s what you get for flexin’, I told you I was destined
I told you I was stressin’ not to reach into my weapon
Five-SeveN cave your chest in, pop you niggas send a message
All for the love of the murder, murder
And I got no time to play, know I keep a fuckin’ K
And it’ll blow your fuckin’ brain away, Trippie insane
No I never changed, just go some change
Ain’t nothin’ to get you wacked up, act hard
It ain’t chess or checkers bitch, nigga at all
Betta live your fuckin’ best life, Lil Duval
Like Cleo, it’s 1400, 800 gang, bitch we set it off
[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I told ’em I’m dyin’ wit’ it, I never change up
They say that how I’m livin’ that I need to wake up
I’m slangin’ that iron wit’ it, they’ll never frame us
They want me dead but I ain’t scared, I got my change up
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
It’s a murder, yeah, they screamin’ out murder, yeah
They steady screamin’ it’s a murder
They gotta take my soul, I been thuggin’ since a youngin’
Motherfuck which way he go, yeah yeah
[Outro]
This is the sound

[Verse 1]
Have you ever seen a man climbing a wall
Up the side of a building that is decidedly tall? It’s kind of dense
I’m the headliner, you guys are the side events
I fly across the skyline while you try to climb a fence
High flying Fashionista wrapped in tight lycra
Defying expectations of my critics like bycra
Say I can’t swing roof to roof – that’s fake news
It’s not up to me to prove the truth
So if you dispute then I refuse to tiptoe
You can take it straight up with Stan Lee and Steve Ditko
It’s risky like investing into P2P crypto
Or expecting to see Diplo at the D of E disco
So come along to my swingers club
I’ll bring the white stuff if you bring the bub
I’ve got a thing for Kinbaku
The kink I love and don’t be scared if you find a spider in the tub
I’m here to help you get over arachnophobia
So don’t be afraid
You’re like a cobweb when I blow you away
[Chorus 3]
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Gets ASMR during an eye exam (wo)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Never constipated, thanks to high fibre bran (hey)
Let me promote for a mo, hope you don’t mind the spam
This track’s on Google Music, Spotify and Tidal, damn (ey) Who despite gravity trying is declining to fall
One can only imagine the flipping size of his balls
Well that’s me known as Spiderman or Spidey
And I’m called Peter Parker really though I should be Peter Parkour
Leaping through the dark gloomy city coming at you
Weaving over roofs like a traditional thatcher
So no matter your stance or your status or statue
You, bad guys, are flies and I’m going to catch you
This one’s for Gwen and uncle Ben, dedicated to Aunt May
I’m the man you dress up as when you’re too lazy to cosplay
[Chorus 1]
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
He’s not a mutant, it’s an overactive thyroid gland (wo)
Spider-man, Spider-man
I’m delivering this line from my diaphragm (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
If you still don’t get it – here’s a diagram (ey)
[Verse 2]
I’m Iron Man but without the massive salary
I’m Bruce Wayne if he had a loving family
I’m Bruce Banner but without being ripped or angry
I’m the Black Panther but without much of a tan on me
I’m the Flash if he hadn’t even ran at speed
I’m Jean Grey but with a double a cup mammary
I’m Deadpool if he lacked a personality
I’m James Gunn without directing Guardians of the Galaxy-oh
I’ll just pop out for a vertical jog
Where buildings penetrate the sky like a cervical swab
I started at the bottom now I’m traversing atop
A massive phallic symbol as if it’s my personal knob
Err, you’ll have to take my word for it, but I’m this handsome
Definitely not a virgin
My dick Branson
Oh sorry, I just went off on a big tangent
But now I’m trapping you in the web like Chris Hansen
[Chorus 2]
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Goes hard like a penile implant (wo)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Apart from eating their mate during copulation that we know of anyway
Spider-man, Spider-man
Spider-man
[Verse 3]
I’m a happy kind of rapper guy
No grime pretense
Yeah, I’m a little camp but so are tiny tents
Look, in my defense, I can’t rely on my spidey sense and I can’t deny that I’m immense so why pretend?