Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EBK Jaaybo
EBK Jaaybo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaymani Gorman
Jaymani Gorman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juggboigio
Juggboigio
Producer
scarsamm
scarsamm
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy What you mean, man? Get up on 'em, man She did the split on the dick Craziest shit I ever seen Skitz out the foreign Thirty pokin' out designer jeans Blood on my cleats Wash them down with detergent and bleach That demon that's unheard of Nigga, that's what you finna meet Don't wanna hear you breathe Move a muscle, you get put to sleep Hella extra shots, his body cold Head to his feet Brains on the pavement, blood I wanna see them chasin' me Tie the kids up Hope the neighbors didn't hear 'еm scream Could've caught the body You didn't catch it, you ain't dеdicated Blood a dropout, but with the Glocks My nigga educated Another homicide, I know his moms devastated (Nelson) Was never gang But you let him say it (Tyree on this beat, though) Ayy, get up on that nigga False claiming gang You better smoke that nigga That ho sick, I dodge her like she got corona, nigga Tryna funk, but you broke That's what's wrong with niggas How it's up, but you listen to my songs, lil' nigga? Ayy, say the word, we can purge Bro, just follow up Y'all can make all the songs y'all want Y'all ain't poppin' us It's two steps to trying to step Just cock and bust I put my all in this Glock, she got my love She got my trust, I stay with it Y'all ain't poppin' me Heard he in the bounty gettin' rolled Better bob and weave The older homie know I'm a shooter Give me Glocks for free That nigga told, that's on you Get him off the team I'm fresh home, she on my phone Jaaybo this and that Baby girl, you know we staying where I left you at Wasn't around when I was down Where was them letters at? And I ain't Captain Save a Ho, I'ma let her fat Pop a smack, spark a Black It ain't nothin' though Still fuck a ho, never stress Bitches come and go Brodie took four, never told Took it to the throat We don't do the euros Or the lean if he gettin' off the coke I pack dope, five hits and I damn near choked Beat that whip down to the whee They can't find his loc Only ten bands to her name This bitch kind of broke Told on me once Next time I'ma slide alone But fuck it up, do your shit, baby Pop that shit, I like the way you move those hips, baby Ayy, shake somethin', speed it up and slow it down for me You know you thick, baby Turn that thing around for me Fuck it up, do your shit, baby Pop that shit, I like the way you move those hips, baby Ayy, shake somethin', speed it up and slow it down for me You know you thick, baby, turn that thing around for me, ayy
Writer(s): Ebk Jaaybo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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