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Young Slo-Be - 2100 Shell Kases Feat EBK Young Joc x EBK Trey Blood (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Slo-Be
Young Slo-Be
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Disean Jaquae Victor
Disean Jaquae Victor
Songwriter

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Southeast, nigga (Set, set) I ain't finna lie, Lil Trey been poppin' niggas (Set, set) Hari B, blood, on 21, catch that body, nigga Pass Juvie Ju the toolie, that's the chopper, nigga Joc geekin', hella paranoid, he might air you out Me and Wes finna take a trip like we goin' out We violating, he got five fouls, we finna X him out Can't let new niggas rebound, we gotta box 'em out Fade, what you talkin' 'bout? We take souls if you want us to (Set, set) Meet me at the Mobil, gas station, this ain't buyin' two (Set, set) Bitch endeavour on a touchdown, she said she made like two Bitch suckin' like a baby bottle, like I got the juice How is you my brother, but you let him lie up on my name? Before all the cars, clothes, and chains, I really had some pain All these niggas girls, really think they in it for the fame If you gon' lash, walk up on me 'cause it's fair game But you out here stealin', hella weird, you ain't with it, blood You the type of nigga that'll snitch and claim he a thug Rockin' with this shortie, you know the slugs built like milk duds That was my first pole, I remember I couldn't afford one Lost a few cuddies, on my mama, double back action Nigga, why you lyin'? You is not active I ain't even gotta act hard, I am not lackin' Blood, it get smirkish in the field, I am not laughin' I'm Kawhi Leonard, when you pulled up, you ain't score one basket Turnover, now your partner layin' in the casket You not movin' packs, goin' broke, I cannot have it You not payin' for this dick, bitch, you cannot have it When you catch a charge, makin' statements, it cannot happen Sit her down, tell her run this play, bitch, I'm Phil Jackson You know that lil' nine that fit in your pocket, compact action But I could fit this Draco in my pants, I am not cappin' At sixteen, pops told me, "Get your grind on" (Ayy, ayy) "And don't you ever wear no diamonds if they rhinestones" Totin' big shit that'll chop down the light pole Oh, you ain't talkin' money? Baby, what you want my time for? Poppin' all these pills, can't take the pain, now my mind gone (Damn) Is you down to drill? Is you gon' slide when that time come? (Let me know) With us or against us, you niggas better make y'all mind up (That's on the gang) Ayy, I been drinkin' mud, real mud, yeah, that slime, huh? Lurking through they hood with hella poles, but can't find nothin' (But can't find nothin') We gon' keep lurkin', and we gon' creep until we find somethin' (Until we find somethin') The worst come to worst, we gotta sit until the night come (Until the night come) But I'm really 'bout a bag, and I ain't talkin' nothin' like bruh (Ayy, ayy) HotBoii, everybody killer, blood, you ain't pop nothin' Speakin' on my name to the bitch, nigga, just stop frontin' (Nigga) Don't give a fuck if we had the same blood, blood, I'ma pop cousin (That's on the homies) 2100, that's Nightingale, I'm on the block thuggin' (Southeast) Bitch, I came from nothin', I was strugglin', bitch, I had to get it (Had to get it) You ain't talkin' chicken, lil' bitty, we can't talk no business (We can't talk nothin') Chopper get to kickin', drop a hundred on whoever trippin' Bitch, go sell your ass and bring the bag Lil' bitch, you better listen (You better listen, bitch) Ooh-wee, ayy, now I'm on they necks (Now I'm on they necks) I don't know bitches if they ain't really talkin' 'bout a check (Bring that fee, bitch) Bitches gettin' left in any city if they make me stressed (You better not do it) Put her to the test, go fuck this trick, bitch, all he want is sex (That's all he want, bitch) I ain't gotta lie, that's on the B, these suckers gotta die (They gotta go) I know you shootin' at the sky and we out here makin' mamas cry (Real tears) You is not the guy, you not my fella, nigga, please don't try (No, you not) Every time we slide, niggas start runnin', they be tryna hide (They hit that gate) I ain't tryna fight, you throw a punch and I'ma take your life (I'ma take that) Niggas crash dummies, I slide broad day, no need to wait for night (Broad day, nigga) Ayy, nigga, no need to wait for night (Broad day, nigga) Niggas crash dummies, I slide broad day, no need to wait for night (Broad day, nigga)
Writer(s): Jalique Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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