"Finish The War" lyrics
Sha EK & Edot Baby Lyrics
Ransom
Is this Glvck?
Nah, this EK, bitch (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yeah (Uh-huh, grrah, boom)
(Gang-gang-gang, bitch)
Boom-boom-boom (Grrah)
Don't run (Gang-gang-gang)
Please let me know how y'all everything dead and y'all ain't shoot nobody, for real (Yeah)
Uh-huh
I really rap what I did (Facts)
Most of you niggas never caught a hit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And I could've went down for this shit (Uh-huh)
But Skurta was with me, that nigga legit (Gang-gang-gang)
OY-OG (OY-OG)
Whole lotta shots come behind that (Boom-boom, bow)
Bow, bow (Grrrt), bitch
Gang, gang, gang
Heard the opps tryna get me, clip me (Get me, clip me)
On court, I'ma back out the sitchy (Back out the sitchy)
On the block, got caught totin' Brittany (Brittany)
If it's static, then nigga, get with me (Yeah, get with me)
Get me mad, I start talking real shit (Grrah)
We the duo that they never talk 'bout (Gang-gang-gang)
Edot my brother, I'm taking that risk
We got these lil' bitches doing dick (Grrah,, that's a fact)
Fuck a bitch, if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock 'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro, pass me the sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's craccin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga, "What happened?" (What happened?)
Every thot that we fucked call her Bri now (Bri-Bri)
'Cause Bri tryna fuck on the team (Fuck on the team)
If we spin through the Tzz and we see that lil' bitch, we gone leave that bitch right on the scene (Grrah-grrah, boom)
No name droppin' (Grrah), but I said I'm smoking on Beans (Fat boy)
Posted on B-Way, had like 3K, but, I was serving the fiends (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And boy, don't get caught up in Dyckman (What?)
If we don't got the gun then we fight him (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Boy, we got them beams like laser tag
Better duck when you run into me (Pussy)
Like, don't panic, we see the opps, do damage (Opps do)
Couple of gangstas, if I'm with Banga (Grrah), know brodie uppin' the cannon (Grrah), bet he gon' vanish (Gang-gang-gang, grrah)
I really rap what I did (What?)
Most of you niggas never caught a hit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And I could've went down for this shit (Uh-Huh)
But Skurta was wit' me, that nigga legit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
OY-OG (OY-OG)
Whole lotta shots come behind that (Bow-bow)
Baow, baow, bitch
Gang, gang (Grrah), gang
Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock 'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro pass me the sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's crackin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga, "What happened? "
Is this Glvck?
Nah, this EK, bitch (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yeah (Uh-huh, grrah, boom)
(Gang-gang-gang, bitch)
Boom-boom-boom (Grrah)
Don't run (Gang-gang-gang)
Please let me know how y'all everything dead and y'all ain't shoot nobody, for real (Yeah)
Uh-huh
I really rap what I did (Facts)
Most of you niggas never caught a hit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And I could've went down for this shit (Uh-huh)
But Skurta was with me, that nigga legit (Gang-gang-gang)
OY-OG (OY-OG)
Whole lotta shots come behind that (Boom-boom, bow)
Bow, bow (Grrrt), bitch
Gang, gang, gang
Heard the opps tryna get me, clip me (Get me, clip me)
On court, I'ma back out the sitchy (Back out the sitchy)
On the block, got caught totin' Brittany (Brittany)
If it's static, then nigga, get with me (Yeah, get with me)
Get me mad, I start talking real shit (Grrah)
We the duo that they never talk 'bout (Gang-gang-gang)
Edot my brother, I'm taking that risk
We got these lil' bitches doing dick (Grrah,, that's a fact)
Fuck a bitch, if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock 'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro, pass me the sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's craccin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga, "What happened?" (What happened?)
Every thot that we fucked call her Bri now (Bri-Bri)
'Cause Bri tryna fuck on the team (Fuck on the team)
If we spin through the Tzz and we see that lil' bitch, we gone leave that bitch right on the scene (Grrah-grrah, boom)
No name droppin' (Grrah), but I said I'm smoking on Beans (Fat boy)
Posted on B-Way, had like 3K, but, I was serving the fiends (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And boy, don't get caught up in Dyckman (What?)
If we don't got the gun then we fight him (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Boy, we got them beams like laser tag
Better duck when you run into me (Pussy)
Like, don't panic, we see the opps, do damage (Opps do)
Couple of gangstas, if I'm with Banga (Grrah), know brodie uppin' the cannon (Grrah), bet he gon' vanish (Gang-gang-gang, grrah)
I really rap what I did (What?)
Most of you niggas never caught a hit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And I could've went down for this shit (Uh-Huh)
But Skurta was wit' me, that nigga legit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
OY-OG (OY-OG)
Whole lotta shots come behind that (Bow-bow)
Baow, baow, bitch
Gang, gang (Grrah), gang
Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock 'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro pass me the sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's crackin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga, "What happened? "
