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kam blam - ebk eski lyrics

[intro]
phew
bop
bop, bop, bop, bop
(vince)

[chorus]
the art of crime
looking for opps, ducking the cops through some of the hardest times
this b*tch gon’ get off dope
scoom*scoom, get up close
all the sh*t i know gotta get off the earth with me
if you from that side that k!lled my bro
and b*tch*ass n*ggas in the way, we getting n*ggas out the way
this b*tch vibratin’ in my hand, i d*mn near dropped the, uh
kam*kam ready to blam*blam on a lil’ bitty opp today
a lot of shots, no lil’ bitty mop today, whole block get mopped away
get up close with sh*t that shoot from a block away, now i’m back in the mode
got shh lo’, he might get dropped today
[verse 1]
lord knows i stand over n*gga won’t feel no type of way
it’s summer, grab my pipe today, i ain’t finna type today
free the opps, any one of them it ’til nine, i’m gettin’ them knifed today
live it up this time ’cause last time i threw my life away
n*ggas squarer than license plates
i advise you lil’ n*ggas not to play
i ain’t no gang, n*gga, same flame that shoot out the glizzy and my vein, n*gga
can’t out think me, whenever you ready to lack i’m takin’ your brain, n*gga, forever a gang member
hood up, i been through the rain, n*gga, ready to strike some
doin’ bids with n*ggas that gave they life up
the grim reaper, he got dreads and can’t wait ’til the night come
tissue roll on top of the chop’ like where you get that sight from?
booted up, back in the field, fresh off a drill like where my shorties get that light from?
ho n*ggas think it swisher sweet, we been to chapple and clyde, n0body outside
and it been a week, them b*tches loud but we discreet
clear the crowd any n*gga tweak
stool pigeon k tryna put thirty rounds in a n*gga beak
so we on they block
broski say he got them glocks, them b*tches over hot like when you over the pot
snipers on deck, they comin’ from over the top
they spin, his shoulder shot
a chop’ll chop off the head a cobra got
all i know is go, i don’t know how to stop
n*ggas get stretched for wop
i wonder who next to drop?
smokin’ that rapper weed, hit with a drac’, i wonder who next to flop?
beam on his head and we tryna x the spot
playin’ connect the dots
spin the wheel, select who shot
ride through the block, protect your top (protect your top)
[chorus]
the art of crime
looking for opps, ducking the cops through some of the hardest times
this b*tch gon’ get off dope
scoom*scoom, get up close
all the sh*t i know gotta get off the earth with me
if you from that side that k!lled my bro
and b*tch*ass n*ggas in the way, we getting n*ggas out the way
this b*tch vibratin’ in my hand, i d*mn near dropped the, uh
kam*kam ready to blam*blam on a lil’ bitty opp today
a lot of shots, no lil’ bitty mop today, whole block get mopped away
get up close with sh*t that shoot from a block away, now i’m back in the mode
got shh lo’, he might get dropped today

- ebk eski lyrics

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