"EBK" lyrics
Who the fuck want the belt? The Jet in the pack at the top of the shelf
He couldn't yell for the Makks, nigga felt what we felt
Every trip on the opps had to do it myself
It's Brim love but I'm banging on Flashy, get out the way when I'm bending with passy
It's Brim love, start piecing a Hat then I back out the gat, no he cannot walk past me, like like
How they can troll us? Fatboy shot, start shaking your shoulders
Bino and Q, mix 'em up with the boulders
Blood, sweat and tears for the bros, I'm a soldier
4O bang for the bros every trip
Get to wavin' the spot start bangin' the grip
No covid mask, start throwing a fit
Better get out the way when I'm bending with Flicks
Like, like, who telling me what? I'ma bang on a Jet if he act like a pup
Pop Kreep dissin', he know what's up, infront of that store coulda been in a blunt
I'm with the Ape tryna bang on his chest
If he not with the program, bang on a Jet
Put the fam on the line word to bro, for respect
Anyone catch a shot, I don't care for the set
Baow baow
Know I'm bending with Flicks
Not with the changing, I'll bang any fit
All the opps caught a shot once they said it was lit
Give a fuck 'bout the fam, I'm not passin' the grip
Stand over top so he better not slip
Nazzy fell on his face, almost fell in a spliff
Not with the trollin', not the internet games, we been handing the belt every trip
Brodie banging a square like he playing on 2k
Deuce keep falling, tote in the shoe-ey'
Cops in the back, so let's bend it the new way
2-3 zone if he playin on 2k
Like, like, GremKreep what? Them niggas not dogs, man them niggas is pups
Back of 2-3, had to show 'em what's up
The Jet took one, nigga ran outta luck
Baow, flick, niggas came with the Flickers
Like, Notti got poked in his liver
Throw two off the hit, gotta flick with the RipK
Tryna flick on his hat, niggas gotta be quicker
Baow, baow
Who the fuck want the belt? The Jet in the pack at the top of the shelf
He couldn't yell for the Makks, nigga felt what we felt
Every trip on the opps had to do it myself
It's been love but I'm banging on Flashy, get out the way when I'm bending with passy
It's been love, start piecing a Hat then I back out the gat, no he cannot walk past me, like like
He couldn't yell for the Makks, nigga felt what we felt
Every trip on the opps had to do it myself
It's Brim love but I'm banging on Flashy, get out the way when I'm bending with passy
It's Brim love, start piecing a Hat then I back out the gat, no he cannot walk past me, like like
How they can troll us? Fatboy shot, start shaking your shoulders
Bino and Q, mix 'em up with the boulders
Blood, sweat and tears for the bros, I'm a soldier
4O bang for the bros every trip
Get to wavin' the spot start bangin' the grip
No covid mask, start throwing a fit
Better get out the way when I'm bending with Flicks
Like, like, who telling me what? I'ma bang on a Jet if he act like a pup
Pop Kreep dissin', he know what's up, infront of that store coulda been in a blunt
I'm with the Ape tryna bang on his chest
If he not with the program, bang on a Jet
Put the fam on the line word to bro, for respect
Anyone catch a shot, I don't care for the set
Baow baow
Know I'm bending with Flicks
Not with the changing, I'll bang any fit
All the opps caught a shot once they said it was lit
Give a fuck 'bout the fam, I'm not passin' the grip
Stand over top so he better not slip
Nazzy fell on his face, almost fell in a spliff
Not with the trollin', not the internet games, we been handing the belt every trip
Brodie banging a square like he playing on 2k
Deuce keep falling, tote in the shoe-ey'
Cops in the back, so let's bend it the new way
2-3 zone if he playin on 2k
Like, like, GremKreep what? Them niggas not dogs, man them niggas is pups
Back of 2-3, had to show 'em what's up
The Jet took one, nigga ran outta luck
Baow, flick, niggas came with the Flickers
Like, Notti got poked in his liver
Throw two off the hit, gotta flick with the RipK
Tryna flick on his hat, niggas gotta be quicker
Baow, baow
Who the fuck want the belt? The Jet in the pack at the top of the shelf
He couldn't yell for the Makks, nigga felt what we felt
Every trip on the opps had to do it myself
It's been love but I'm banging on Flashy, get out the way when I'm bending with passy
It's been love, start piecing a Hat then I back out the gat, no he cannot walk past me, like like
Writer(s): Miguel Rucker
