Chance The Rapper - Everything (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia [Verse 1: G Herbo] Yeah, hit the scene, so fresh, so mothaf**in’ clean (Herbo, okay, Herbo) And my car so fast, it’s leavin’ everything (Herbo, everything) I love you so, mama, and thank you for everything (everything) And you know, mama, I was doin’ everything Usin’ guns, ecstasy, I’m on extra lean In the hood I’m sellin’ molly, raw, everything (what you need?) Heroin, we crushin’ Tylenol, everything Weed, soft, everything Hit the mall, 50 G’s, and I bought everything Plug just like Tom Brady, boy, I caught everything My Uncle a gangster, I’m the one he taught everything You can’t be my lady, sneaky b**h, I saw everything [Chorus: G Herbo] “Herbo, what you do for fun?” b**h, everything “What you gon’ do with that gun?” (Bow) b**h, everything “What kind of d** you wanna run?” b**h, everything “If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?” (Huh?) b**h, everything [Verse 2: G Herbo] Everything on you phony (phony) n***as lie ’bout everything, put it on they homies (what?) Hatin’ a** n***a, you want everything on me Swervo saucy, everything got double Gs, don’t it Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it I done iced out everything, them VV’s on it (ayy, Herbo) I done tried everything, except coke and dope (hah) I done fired everything, .40s blow the most (bow) Seen dead bodies, everything, so I drove the Ghost (skrrt) Told that b**h take off everything, I ain’t even close (I ain’t even close) Took everything in me not to close your f**in’ door (not to close your f**in’ door) Barney’s on me, everything, everything boss Everything exhaust [Chorus: G Herbo] “Herbo, what you do for fun?” b**h, everything (uh huh) “What you gon’ do with that gun?” (Bow) b**h, everything (uh huh) “What kind of d** you wanna run?” b**h, everything (uh huh) “If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?” (uh huh) b**h, everything [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Yuh, everything (everything) My new whip, that b**h, it came with everything (everything) I’ma turn that boy into a heavy stain (bow, bow) Whippin’ up that dope, yeah, that’s that heavy cream (whip it) I been f**in’ on your b**h since I was 17 (17) Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17 (yeah) Chop it, whole thing from the Medellín (uh) My old gun, that sh** was dirty but I kept it clean Mask off, remember me Extra bu*ton on the back ’cause my Uzi a lemon squeeze Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, swag swag swag, that’s my disease f** her once, I gotta leave, smokin’ dope, I’m Japanese f**ed her in the master suite, I ball like an athlete [Chorus: G Herbo] “Herbo, what you do for fun?” b**h, everything “What you gon’ do with that gun?” b**h, everything “What kind of d** you wanna run?” b**h, everything “If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?” b**h, everything [Verse 4: Chance The Rapper] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I gotta do everything Model, DJ, do hair, everything, babysit, strip, run skrips everything Doctor said, “What hurts?” said, “Everything” (Huh) Somersault, n***a, you done been in every gang (yih, yih) Shaun Livingston, you done been on every team (yih, yih) Knew the game, still you gave that b**h a wedding ring (huh) I took her number, gave her NuvaRing And never rang, never give ’em everything Chano what you do for fun? Smoke a blunt Spades with the jokers, playin’ poker Me and Oprah just might go for lunch Fishin’ with some b**hes where they breakin’ open coconuts Shoppin’, goin’ postal, ain’t been local since we opened up (since we opened up) [Chorus: G Herbo] “Herbo, what you do for fun?” b**h, everything “What you gon’ do with that gun?” b**h, everything “What kind of d** you wanna run?” b**h, everything “If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?” b**h, everything