"Top Rank Gz" lyrics

[EBK Leebo:]
Ay, Ecko, turn it up

Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Yeah, ay, ay
Ay, yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ay
Ay, yeah
Leebo
Yeah, ay, look

Ay roll that Blacc up, roll that Los up, baby pick one (Yeah)
Your nigga in that little body Benz, bitch this the big one (That little ass shit)
Put your hands smooth in the air, bitch this a stick up (ay put 'em up)
Clean up, on aisle eight, ready for pick up (Go pick that nigga up)
Yeah, I shot the fuck out him (Yeah)
I watched him twitch after (I watched him twitch)
Catch him loafin' with his kids it do not matter (It don't matter)
Swapped the A for the Drac' 'cause it's way better (Good shit)
Thought he was safe, shaked his hand, he got faced after (He got faced)
From the 'Gates, if you play know we'll come after (3 Block, yeah, Gz, Jz)
Trade the semi for a fully 'cause it's way faster (Yeah)

[EBK Pig:]
Niggas better stop poppin' it (Shut up bitch)
While y'all was hoppin' in that booth when bodies dropped, I was droppin' shit (I was- ah, yeah)
I'm from the G bitch, don't mix me in your politics (Fuck suckers nigga)
They're like "That Pig nigga step" they know how I get (They know, they know I spin through)
I better not hear a Fly bitch say shit
Nigga you better watch your lips the Montclairs come broad day (The Montclairs come broad day)
We ain't gotta wait 'til six
I send my dog on that drill my assist (We ain't gotta wait 'til six nigga, [?] nigga)
It's 9 a.m. we've been sittin' on this nigga since like six (Since the sun up)
I don't do the hit or miss, he critical if it's attempt (If it's attempt nigga)
Them niggas left with no souls, my niggas left with some vics (My niggas left with some vics)
Draks stand over gang, I could vouch brother sick (I know my brother like that, nigga)
He was tryna play dead, I filled him up, bitch you ain't slick (You ain't, yeah)
Tribe nigga got popped and I was there on Lil Nick (On Lil Nick, nigga)
The GBGz know I'm comin', my brother know how I get (My brother know how I get)
Ain't get the chance to pop my door, I was blowin' through the tint (I was blowin' through the window)
I got skits on the 98 and 10 (I got skits on all them blocks nigga)
Catch a nigga on that court, I'ma go up by the rim
And it's fuck the whole P but that don't go for [?] Gz ([?] nigga)

[EBK Jaaybo:]
Through 98 no donk's here, yeah this a bitch block
Dunked on a nigga, crept up close to get the basket like I'm Chris Bosh
Dropped on him every time he left his crib, made him switch spots
Ay, G Gang, ay that back door open
Know a few Asian Pirus, I know a few Samoans
Was mad at myself after the skit, I shoulda got up closer
Got the switch dirty so I'm rockin' Dracy for the moment
Embarrassed that his homie died a bitch so he don't even post him

Huh? Ay hop out, we some weirdos
Y'all still ain't slid for that dead nigga, it's been a year bro
Them niggas bunk, I can't name a hood in the jity that fear the 4s
Opps made another song, you see how they did Lil Los
The fully-the fully jam but I'm a pro with this bitch
Little bro just made the news, we sittin' sippin' Tris watchin' the skit
These niggas got me hot I'm posted up on Nightingale with Vic
From Seventh Street, I always raise my hand and volunteer to spin

Yeah, that's what you're supposed to do
Keep sayin' brother name, like niggas playin' games, I'm standin' over dudes
I'm not shootin' from no corners, Gales I gotta get up close to shoot
On Montclair with VVs like Lil Nick, nigga
Was masked up but they just know that he had Pig with 'em
Went and grabbed one, then grabbed another nigga so it hit different
Micro Drac', it hold 7.62s. So, when you shoot him he gon' flinch, nigga
Hopped out foreign wearin' skeezy, I'm a trench nigga

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