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evil twins - eddy sb lyrics

[intro: eddy sb, sandman]
grah. grah
grrrt
gang, grah, grah, grah
eight*third* eight*third no*
you know how the f*ck we coming n*gga, the f*ck?
eight*third no f*cking ls
run up get hit with these sh*lls like*
eight*third no ls
run up get hit with these

[verse 1: eddy sb]
they can talk all they want n*ggas know what we do
evil twin he got booked cause he know how to shoot
doubles ratted they usually do
bro was always on court we ain’t talking no hoops
catch lil shh he get sent to the moon
smoking so many dead opps for ones every tomb
they did nice and they come get in tune
but we still drop 4s when we step in the room

[verse 2: sandman]
and the doubles been doing bag
jacking free bg that n*gga a rat
how the f*ck did you boom yourself
you told the detectives the [?] your dad
but we not gone get into that 2016 caught jaden lacking by the chicken spot
eating chicken wings they was lacking, flamed it down i made them n*ggas panic
now before y’all start sucking d*ck
i did 3 years for that hit
locked down, with the rips
youngest in charge been doing sh*t
and we still smoking dummy with the crips
jaytee was lacking got wrapped like a gift
yea he died, on christmas
tell them lil n*ggas that’s they gift
[verse 3: eddy sb]
and i’m smoking on jaytee screaming free raf
p*ssy got left on his ass
and we spinning first, never go last
tryna see if they live what they rap
and aj did bad, n*gga he crashed
in the v he was driving to fast
and them n*ggas run, sumn like flash
mentioning gang and they don’t get no pass

[bridge: sandman]
you mention my dead n*gga ain’t no passes spinning nine*four tryna score me a basket
if i catch me a hit i go magic
take a trip catch me in calabasas
n*ggas get flamed all they do is go passive
how your mans died and you jacked it
all y’all n*ggas did is go get tatted
just know if my mans die it’s gon get drastic

[verse 4: eddy sb, sandman]
ain’t no diss all the opps know what happened smoking dead n*ggas that’s dead in a casket
pass it to bro said it’s high everlasting
smoking dead n*ggas tell em come match it
smoking omi and krims if you asking (omi)
see a double i gotta go catch em
me and twin on a drill it get tragic
dropping my s don’t get hit up in traffic
ok
like, you better get out the way
crodie wit me he itching to spray
his brother got hit he ain’t know what to say
at the end of the day
[?] wit me just know she don’t play
i can’t wait till i run into say
that’s a new pack we gon smoke everyday
but let me not say much
see us better pick that pace up
this our life no this sh*t you can’t make up
gang in the back three straps we don’t play none
me and twin on a drill, better lace up
spinning the ts we gon hop out and flame em
i back out the fatty beat it just like fraser
he got hit in his head cause he keep throwing rakes up (gdk)
[outro: eddy sb]
84k 94k
grah eight*third no*
grah run up get hit with these sh*lls like
eight*third no grah
run up get hit with these*
eight*third no

- eddy sb lyrics

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