"EBK" lyrics

22Gz & Snupe Bandz Lyrics

"EBK"

No fightin', just flock
Got the knocks, why the fuck would I box
Everything dead when we walk in the spot
EBK when we spinnin' them block
Thing she gon' line me, I'm clappin' a thot
Lil' nigga be packin' a lot
Got a deal and invested in chops
I can't let them put me in a box

Dissin' my deads and they thinkin' shit sweet
They gon' run into death if they run into me
I tried to run, I'ma up it and throw three
Niggas gon' cap but they know how it be
Spin through they block hit a opp and we flee
Missions complete, all he saw was the glee
Watch how you diss, you get sniped from a tree
Smokin' my dead, now the nigga deceased
Clear the scene, we left holes in his tee
My lil' blicky put sticks in his jeans
Do a drill, we ain't coppin' no plea
I can't past if there's opp in a way
24/7, been spinnin' for week
[?] turned to a freak in the sheets
Treesh bend it over, I'm all in her cheeks
'Ooters relentless, he don't even speak
Rule No.3, ain't no love in these streets
Since I was young, I been playin' for keeps
Screaming, "Free gang", 'til they all get released
All black 1's, they my favorite feets
Pop me a perc', bet that I geek
'Ooters swerving, in the V'
Catch 'em lackin', but 'em underneath
Cover my face, I'ma use the [?]
We gon' purge every time a nigga show out
Ask the opps what's the score, it's a blow out
Like who really gon' slide if it go down
Roll wit' demons, so don't bring your ho' out

No fightin', just flock
Got the knocks, why the fuck would I box
Everything dead when we walk in the spot
EBK when we spinnin' them block
Thing she gon' line me, I'm clappin' a thot
Lil' nigga be packin' a lot
Got a deal and invested in chops
I can't let them put me in a box
No fightin', just flock
Got the knocks, why the fuck would I box
Everything dead when we walk in the spot
EBK when we spinnin' them block
Thing she gon' line me, I'm clappin' a thot
Lil' nigga be packin' a lot
Got a deal and invested in chops
I can't let them put me in a box

Spot a opp, now he dead on arrival
Gang comin' through, nigga, ain't no survival
See me, he get you gone in some hours
Get me some snipers wit' me, I feel [?]
No NBA, dunk on a nigga, do a [?]
Can't go back and forth wit' these rappers, they coward
I just fucked on they ho', got 'em sour
Doggin' these ho's, I ain't buyin 'em flowers
Long live [?], I pull up wit' a hundred shots
Keep me a blick' on my hip wit' a gold bar
I got them gangsters wit' me and them boondocks
Throw [?], we gon' leave yo' ass shell-shocked
My nigga Haitian, got killers wit' dreadlocks
You a opp, you can't even make a store run
Got me a bro, nigga he need a [?]
Spin a nigga block, actin' like we don't know none
We ain't doin' no fightin', you get hit wit' a [?]
I'm a let that bitch rip when the Glock to my palm
We ain't doin' no lackin', all my niggas armed
We gon' hit up the Folks, they gon' come in a swarm
[?] diamonds on my neck, I ain't doin' no boxin'
Dare a nigga play, send 'em up like a rocket
Nigga, how you trappin' you ain't makin' no profit
How the fuck you slimin', you ain't caught no body

No fightin', just flock
Got the knocks, why the fuck would I box
Everything dead when we walk in the spot
EBK when we spinnin' them block
Thing she gon' line me, I'm clappin' a thot
Lil' nigga be packin' a lot
Got a deal and invested in chops
I can't let them put me in a box
No fightin', just flock
Got the knocks, why the fuck would I box
Everything dead when we walk in the spot
EBK when we spinnin' them block
Thing she gon' line me, I'm clappin' a thot
Lil' nigga be packin' a lot
Got a deal and invested in chops
I can't let them put me in a box


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