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apocalypse - ebk jaaybo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, aye, aye, aye
aye, aye, aye
21, n****, it’s that 21, n****, aye
aye, aye
aye, aye, aye, aye
aye, aye, yeah, yeah
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no opp n*****

[verse]
my brother f*ckin’ with the [?], i can’t rock with him
don’t hit my phone about this either ’cause i pop n*****
banging gang but he don’t politic? he is not with us
up it on the biggest n**** movin’, i’m a glock lifter
a shot sender and i’m spankin’ any mob member
and dada just poured up some wock, this is not liquor
aye, brother, get up on that hoe and i’ma knock sister
f*ck the mob, i told y’all keep my name up out y’all c*ck l!ckers
think y’all gon’ do me like i’m j, i am not mister
aye, look, it’s poles in this load, drive the right way
you only slid down [?], you ain’t even come the right way
don’t make me come and purchase townhomes, b*tch, we 5k
yeah, aye, and we drop the fly
you wanna bang gang, go partic*p*te in a homicide
drop skizy, murders on my conscience left me traumatized
found out i was a k!ller, should’ve seen the look in mama’s eyes
aye, but i’m a trained stepper
swap the 17 for g30 ’cause she way wetter
keep your b*tch on top of all these hoes and she gon’ pay better
my hoe caught me f*ckin’ on a square, i think i f*cked up
my fat b*tch pay better than my dime, she gettin’ bumped up
a bbl back there, she got a b*tt b*tt
ouwee, i feel like young slo*be
just caught a—ah—at the store without his gun on him
don’t matter if them boys ain’t near, they gon’ come for me
if you could put the bag in hand i got a b*tt for you
free maxx, when you come home i got a sl*t for you
ain’t real ism, lil n**** ain’t even touch oregon
bought a crate but finna have the b*tch pick it up
ain’t got a body? you ain’t gang until you get you one
been in and out for four years, i’m tryna live it up
and i’m gon’ get a girlfriend before i kick the cup
look, b*tch, dada, pick me up, i got some hoes on line
mell shootin’, leebo shootin’, plus i’m blowin’ mine
the blacc’ll make you see [?] if you smoke it right
roll the blacc, roll the—uh, yeah, we smokin’ flys, aye
mind you, i just left the p and i ain’t see a thing
went in a hood b*tch raw, she pulled a billie jean
aye, thought i rolled a different sucker but it still was [?]
[?], aye
four nick, i stay prepared, it’s the apocalypse
pop the b*tch, can’t get a pass, that’s how we politic
he dropped his clip on calandria, think i spot the b*tch
you hoppin’ in or hoppin’ out? you actin’ like a b*tch
popped a n**** then i blocked him ’cause he might tell
a n**** speak on lil sleaze, we doin’ five drills
don’t throw the—shh—down, you never got a fly k!lled
separate from the fake ’cause i’ma die real
[outro]
21, js

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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