Music: Ramal Brown/Jaymani Gorman/Quaron Arnold
(Ayy Echo, turn it up)
EBK Jaaybo:
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Grease the ten mili' down, this bitch shoot perfect
Gales took more then five shots, I know dude's hurtin'
Somerset a death trap, I wish you would turn it
Some ashes off my baby micro Drac', I keep the wood furnished
A cake walk, I'll spin that bitch myself
Survived them shots, I hit his phone and asked him how the fully felt
He tryna box, gon' throw a bullet at that nigga like Odell Beckham
Ran out of breath from the chase, so I couldn't catch him
Love the creator of fullys, that button somethin' special
Cuz popped, I popped him to next week 'cause I tried to tell him
Checked his resume, he ain't got one, he is not a fellah
Gave a few niggas the belt, the hood'll vouch, you know I'm a stepper
But anyway, it ain't a question if I'm valid
Before the money came, we was in the vista makin' pallets
You don't want smoke with the Gz, it's suicidal like cancer
Ayy look, popped door and get him gone, I thought I had him
Shot the **** out him, ever seen a nigga check out?
Pulled up for him but popped his bro too so no one left out
Standin' on G business, we all done did our Dougie in the south
I went and caught one for the principal, ain't do it for no clout
I heard he got ran down, better learn from him and keep stick
Jumpin' out strikers foreign so she thought I had the pink slip
Eye for an eye and when it's time gon' do it on some G shit
I popped y'all homie, I ain't gotta sneak diss (Yeah)
EBK Pig:
When I popped that dead bitch I was all on my own
I done did some mainey shit to the throat
I'm the one that get through, that's why the playin' like I don't
We the ones that be on it, once that nigga fall I'm pushin' up and standin' all on him
Ayy fill him up, we overdose him
He was actin' like a gangster before he died, you shoulda seen how he was postin'
How the **** you in your hood and still loafin'
Yeah boy ain't got a B so why you talkin' like you donkey
You ain't no boy bitch, ayy bend them nigga's block, I enjoy this
I ain't in that load for no reason, I'm tryna smoke shit
And diss me in them songs the quickest way to get you folks hit
Ayy it's all hats on Monclair, Gales, you niggas ain't got no skits
This my second lap, wrap around again
Why TwanyMaine ain't mention how I had him runnin' on the ten?
We the real grab gang, can't you see them niggas dead?
Two niggas checked out after Bkandz first bid, so shut the **** up
If you survived on that mission, then he lucked up
It ain't hard to catch a B, nigga run up
Jz, G Block, G Block