Finish the War (feat. Sha EK)

Ransom Is this Glvck? (Nah, this EK, bitch) Yeah (Uh-huh, grrah, boom) Gang-gang-gang, bitch Boom-boom-boom (Grrah) Don't run (Gang-gang-gang) Please let me know how y'all everything dead And y'all ain't shoot nobody (Uh-huh), for real I really rap what I did (Facts) Most of you niggas never caught a hit And I could've went down for this shit (Uh-huh) But Skurta was wit' me, that nigga legit OY-OG (OY-OG) Whole lotta shots come behind that Bow, bow, bitch Gang, gang, gang Heard the opps tryna get me, clip me On court, I'ma back out the sitchy On the block, got caught totin' Brittany If it's static, then nigga, get wit' me Get me mad, I start talkin' real shit We the duo that they never talk 'bout Edot my brother, I'm takin' that risk We got these lil' bitches doin' dick Fuck a bitch, if she high, I'm like TP I might flock at a Flock 'cause them niggas mixy I'm like, "Edot, bro, pass me the sitchy" "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty" And we got bitches doin' mad dick You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks Throw up the set, like, "What's craccin'?" Or I throw up the O, like, nigga, "What happened?" Every thot that we fucked call her Bri now (Bri-Bri) 'Cause Bri tryna fuck on the team If we spin through the Tzz and we see that lil' bitch We gon' leave that bitch right on the scene No name droppin' (Grrah) But I said I'm smokin' on Beans (Fat boy) Posted on B-Way, had like 3Ks But, I was servin' the fiends And boy, don't get caught up in Dyckman If we don't got the gun then we fightin' But, we got them beams like laser tag Better duck when you run into me (Like) Don't panic, we see the opps, do damage Couple of gangstas If I'm wit' Banga, know brodie uppin' the cannon Bet he gon' vanish (Grrah) I really rap what I did (What?) Most of you niggas never caught a hit And I could've went down for this shit (Uh-Huh) But Skurta was wit' me, that nigga legit OY-OG (OY-OG) Whole lotta shots come behind that (Bow-bow) Bow, bow, bitch Gang-gang-gang Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP I might flock at a Flock 'cause them niggas mixy I'm like, "Edot, bro pass me the sitchy" "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty" And we got bitches doin' mad dick You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks Throw up the set, like, "What's raccin'?" Or I throw up the O, like nigga, "What happened?" (On gang) Gang-gang-gang Grrah-grrah, boom It's Edot Baby