Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ebk pig
Ebk pig
Performer
EBK Jaaybo
EBK Jaaybo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ramal Brown
Ramal Brown
Songwriter
Narelle Brothers
Narelle Brothers
Composer
Jaymani Gorman
Jaymani Gorman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rellbeatss
Rellbeatss
Producer

Lyrics

Rell made this beat
You ain't no certified stepper 'till you smoke a certified killer
And if I could, I would smoke him and spit on him, I dont like ****
Slipping through the tribe with it
Serve through every street 'till we find ****
Pump brake, jump out and get on him, this shit regular
Should've seen what they was posting when he died, they was hella hurt
And I can't lie they brought me pain but they felt it first
The Grim Reaper from my section
And if I die and go to hell I ain't worried 'bout the devil cause I met him
Last time I tried to- I can't speak on that
Your brother died, we screaming "aha" cause you can't see him laugh
Brother met me half way with the body, I'm respecting that
You shoot at me and miss I'm gon, I'm gon turn into a animal
Still was making **** run when I ain't have a pole
Feds snatched me up they trynna tell me that I snatched a soul
(Yeah, yeah) Shit all I know is I don't know what went down
Now they think it's us every time it's bodies in the South
(Yeah, yeah) My, mind, ain't the same ****
Monster Born, I'm posted on the court with the grave diggers
Told her I got to slide for pops, this the reason I'm a gang member
(Yeah, yeah) And until we do that I'm gon' remain singing
Jump out, tweaking like I'm off the percy
But I'm sober
Don't need drugs or no music when I'm surging
Turn off your phone, could close yo mouth I like it silent when I'm purging
You shoot him, it's respected
Every time, you don't gotta do it perfect
All this sliding need detergent for my cleats
And since you love your block so much we gon' grab you in yo street
Yank up and get his mamma gone that's how I feel about E
RRari world, Kasino world, before I rest my eyes to sleep I'm gon' creep
G's
Yeah, I can't cap about it
My mamma like, "Son I know you slide but why you rap about it?"
I tell her left right and let the feds think I cap out it
Ain't gotta say too much y'all seen the way they fan me
You ain't no certified stepper 'till you smoke a certified killer
And if I could, I would smoke him and spit on him, I dont like ****
Slipping through the tribe with it
Serve through every street 'till we find ****
Pump brake, jump out and get on him, this shit regular
Should've seen what they was posting when he died, they was hella hurt
And I can't lie they brought me pain but they felt it first
The Grim Reaper from my section
And if I die and go to hell I ain't worried 'bout the devil cause I met him
I dont fuck with fly ****, I'm a G member
I tote the Drac' cause when I bounce out I'm trynna eat ****
And if he ain't never wiped a nose **** you won't see me with him
And they know who walked up it was them G ****
Hot boy, bounce out, make 'em freeze ****
And I ain't gotta break him off I make squeeze get him
But I am not saving no ****
Spoke on the G's that bitch gleek now he gone ****
Dead block I feel a ghost in it
Ain't come outside with yo strap, Gales what's wrong with you
I hear my name in a song I'm doing home visits
And Squeeze shoot Rob Inside I brought a clone with me
And you won't see me in that building ain't no pole on me
Yank up and snatch one ain't no soul in me
Bitch, I'm smiling on that skit, yeah, what's wrong with me
G block
Written by: Jaymani Gorman, Narelle Brothers, Ramal Brown
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