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no hook - ebk jaaybo lyrics

[intro: ebk jaaybo]
n*gga, hit his cranium, that’s a thought stopper
that sh*t slap (sparky made it slap, n*gga)

[verse 1: ebk jaaybo]
f*ck it up, sis, what you scared of?
banana clip on the chop, gave him a bear hug
we got glock on glocks [?]
left cuz traumatized, blood, we scare thugs
left him on the concrete with his brains splattered
jolly rancher in my juice, i love the taste after
f*ck them lil’ ass boys, smoke the main factor
left drac’ for ar ’cause she way badder
why do n*ggas think they can harm me?
lil’ bro in love with the funk, that n*gga part beef
got instruments that’ll stop a n*gga heartbeat
boys tryna run us off the seven but this our street
park me, what the f*ck did you say to mе?
cold red corona glock, 40 spray disease
i want his soul in our possеssion, n*ggas play for keeps
injury ain’t life*threatening if you ain’t make them scream
hit his cranium, that’s a thought stopper
caught him tryna f*ck the b*tch, i’m a c*ckblocker
hopscotch [?], i’m a block watcher
sucker k, we gon’ slide ’til all the opps slaughtered
headshot, huh, them dead opps, look
last n*gga tried to throw the gales down couldn’t
he wanna parlay, his slam got took
another man down, blood family shook
huh, ha, jaaybo a don dada
n*ggas ain’t nightingale k, y’all ain’t smoke nada
free [?], free [?] and osama
free [?], free $leaze, free [?]
chopper jumping like a kangaroo, it might bite you
forty catching fades for me, i don’t like fighting
your gun still ain’t been used, he don’t like sliding
[?]
[verse 2: young slo*be]
ayy (that’s the gang)
i can’t vouch for one skit, he don’t like sliding
his clip full, it’s a little strange
ayy, ayy, free [?] because he’ll bust a brain
heard you got the bricks, you got the white, he’ll leave it stained
oowee, n*gga, slo*be keep a thing
and i’m really a fool with it, watch me do my thing
ayy, i ain’t worried ’bout no n*gga lying on my name
b*tch, i had cuffs on my wrist before i bought a chain
ayy, n*ggas can’t wait to say, “n*gga, knuckle up”
fight who? n*gga, in the pen i’ll still poke you up
cuddie on the block with two straps, n*gga, pitch me one
buddy told me no so after that i had to get me one
ayy, have my young n*gga walk you down and try to get him one
n*gga, i got the drop from your partner, you don’t keep a gun
ayy, beam on the 23, don’t even try to run
ayy, ayy, you can’t run when we shoot
ayy, f*ck it up, b*tch, the drac’ so amazing
last drill we had a sucker squirming, bet he couldn’t take it
faceshot, n*gga, body shot, we cannot waste it
[?], that leg shot, get your aim up
n*ggas know we boys in the bity, they just play tough
say what? check twenty bands out that [?]
ayy, ayy, n*gga, i don’t say much
on 21, free the thugs, n*gga (gang, n*gga)
[outro: young slo*be]
beat your body up with slugs, n*gga
(sparky made it slap, n*gga)
you a sucker then you sh*t out of luck, n*gga

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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