EBK Jaaybo - YEA YEA

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Ayy, dived on my shooter, smoked your mama over me
Got sandpaper on that motherfuckin' Glock That's not a Gleek
That man only stalked the niggas rappin', poppin' in the streets
Could've popped him with the Gleek, but I

You do, nigga
But I ain't textured, those niggas not tamed
Told the bitch, pay me, I'm that nigga, then she blocked me
Choppa takin' niggas' spirit from his body, hit like Miley, yeah

I treat my opp like he my son, but switch and pop his head
It's Don Muro, I throw my B's and sip a lot of red
He gon' interrupt me, I ain't sleep, I'm talkin' to the dead
My bitch gon' do that if I tell him, gotta keep him fed

Make sure you hit his head, I'm just an evil man
Now he could get the city drenched, my youngins killin' shit
The evidence prove he's a stepper, but he's innocent
Ayy, free the thugs, just send my bros some chou for noodles, rice, and chips

Oh, you alright with blick? Niggas dyin' in, jump out
I'm that nigga tryna get it poppin', I am an artist
I ain't performin' at that show, I can't bring Glock in
Playin' with Pez, I just spent like 300 if we bein' honest

Sorry I ain't go to college, mama, I was fully rockin
On 7th Street with the thugs, on slow, the G could never leave me
F*ck all my suckas in this war on bloods, I'm only when I see him
Still droppin', gon' cause havoc to that cycle, I ain't breathin

I could turn into a demon, I don't think you wanna see it
Face shots, accustomed to the wrong shit, I need to change my way
Tell my granny I'm a killer, but I told her I keep beggin
Glock can't shoot, I threw some grease in that lil' bitch and made it yank

Chop around, make a train switch lane
Once upon a time, I thought the Drake was lyin
Ayy, but now I talk that bitch like I ain't buy a Crayon
Push up on him, he askin' me, what is jazz? Like, what you tryna say

Glocky Corporal Foley can't die, fightin', I ain't tryna fail
Bitch ain't pay me, I hope she die today
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go key yourself
My bro got 15 years to life, worst pain I ever felt

He from my block, won't never take him on no drill, cause he gon' tell
Shoot like a expert, you gon' know you hit the nigga if he yell
Scream, nigga, talkin' to labels with red flags on, I'm still G-Livin
And I don't even know Blood, why the f*ck he keep dissin'

You better check him for a wire, thug, you know that he snitchin
Strap your nuts and keep spinnin', Southeast, G-Business
Pay my dudes the Jordan Corp., but I'm a 7th Street nigga
Came to the club with the thot, and she left with me, nigga

I gotta watch the outside smoke, when you fat, you breathe different
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got out my suit or smoke yo' mama over me
Got sandpaper on that motherfuckin' Glock, that's not a glee

Damn it, I only stalk the niggas rappin', poppin' in the streets
Could've popped him with the Gleeks, but I..
What you do, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah

But I'm a 6th Top Street nigga, on niggas not 10
Told the bitch, pay me, I'm that nigga, then she blocked me
Choppa takin' nigga's spirit from his body, hit like Molly, yeah
I treat my opps like he my son, but switch and pop his head

It's Don Rue, I throw my B's and sip a lot of red
Ayy, gon' interrupt me, I ain't sleep, I'm talkin' to the dead
My bitch gon' do that if I tell him, gotta keep him fed
Make sure you hit his head, I'm just an evil man, jazz

It's a city drench, my yak is killin' shit
The evidence, some people stabbed for goodie tennis
They could be the thugs that send my bros to chopper, noodles, rice, and chips
Niggas dyin', nigga, shut up

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