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aftermath - ebk young joc lyrics

aftermath lyrics
[intro]
(sparkymadeitslap)

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
that lil’ band that you flexing in your pic, n*gga (in your pic, n*gga)
i just spent that on some shoes and a fit, n*gga (that’s new drip, n*gga)
call ‘eem a gangster but he snitched, how is this, n*gga? (ayy, how is this, n*gga?)
i can’t understand that type of sh*t, it don’t make sense, n*gga (ayy, what the f*ck?)
we don’t [?] over here so hop the fence, n*gga
you on that side, then stay there, you better pick, n*gga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
ayy, hari b, roll that dope, let’s get lit, n*gga (ayy, let’s get lit, n*gga)
i never seen you in the hood, you don’t exist, n*gga (you don’t exist, n*gga)
i’m on belair, montclair, or the [?] with it (or the [?] with it)
say i’m small but this pole’ll drop a n*gga
ayy, ayy, i’m somеwhere posted with thе [?] (we in the hood with it)
if n*ggas wanna take it far, then let the drac’ spray
[?] spinning through your car like a beyblade
[?] (so don’t you try)
drum attached, fully switch on the [?]
that ain’t enough, i need more like my last name (ayy)
started off with nothing, had to hit the road then the bag came (b*tch)
f*ck a beef, leave it in the streets, that way
but if it’s that [?] let the mac spray
but if it’s that [?] let the mac spray

[verse 2: ebk trey b]
you gotta hit that road to get your bag up (get that bag up)
i got a chopper, when it shoot it make me back up (make me back up)
d*mn, blood, don’t act hard, you ain’t that tough (you ain’t hard, n*gga)
b*tch, we smoking dead n*ggas, we can’t match blunts (you can’t match this)
ebk hotboii but i’m a cool n*gga
slid on the suckers, my first shot hit like two n*ggas (like two n*ggas)
i’m off some tech, some d’ussé and like two jiggas (i’m off two of that)
your bro snitched, that’s what you get, you should’ve knew n*ggas (you should’ve knew, n*gga)
who, n*gga? h*ll nah, we ain’t bool, n*gga
[?] don’t be surprised if i shoot n*ggas
still tripping over old sh*t, ain’t no truce, n*gga
dirty drac’ tryna customize your trues, n*gga (lil’ n*gga)
you a dork, you seen a sucker and you ran off (dork)
d*mn, you let ’em take your pole, you that soft? (you a nerd)
a n*gga try to take my sh*t, this drakey crack jaw
before i touch a broke b*tch, i’ma jack off (n*gga)
[verse 3: ebk hari b]
sipping on this yellow like i’m [?] (n*gga, [?])
that ain’t your gun, why you flexing with your bro strap? (that ain’t your pole)
i was broke back then, i can’t go back (i can’t go back)
but that rollie, give it up or get your soul sn*tched
ayy, ayy, pull up to his house like the doordash
a n*gga tried to get a job, i got bored fast (i got bored)
i can get it out the road or this wh0re ass (out the b*tch)
ayy, ayy, a n*gga [?] at me, i’ma send him back (i’ma send him)
forty clap, make you go up and down, call it jumping jacks
juvie ju just rolled a ‘wood, i tell him spark the thrax (roll the pack)
we be sliding through your hood like, “where these n*ggas at?” (where these n*ggas at?)
if i can’t get in through the front, i’m sneaking through the back

- ebk young joc lyrics

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