ebk - lil $hawn (of pbg) lyrics
[intro]
shout out tay savage, man
shout out all the guys, man
f-ck all the opps, man!
die five for the kings!
f-ck the locs!
f-ck blake block!
f-ck get rich!
f-ck any n-gga that’s trynna’ cl1ck up with ’em!
f-ck lil’ duke, f-ck ’em all, man!
f-ck ’em, f-ck zone six
man . . . go crazy!
[hook]
b-tch i’m anybody k!ller, you can’t f-ck with every n-gga
every n-gga ain’t yo’ n-gga, so i only trust myself
i don’t trust none of these n-ggas
n-ggas trynna’ do my dirty, i put the pole to one of these n-ggas
bullets hot like lucifer, it take the soul out these n-ggas
i’m trynna’ score on one these n-ggas
making goals out these n-ggas
ebk, f-ck ’em all, i expose one these n-ggas
f-ck 12, f-ck the l’s, f-ck a loc, f-ck get rich, f-ck get rich, and f-ck blake, rest in p-ss!
[verse 1]
f-ck the kings, f-ck the fin, the l’s don’t never come outside
cause them hoes know what we did
they ‘on want no smoke, they better off just smoking mid
the kings just wanna’ fight, pull up wit’ bats and clubs
let a king run up, up on me, i’mma let him eat the snub
zone six k! ride on devon, leave him dumb
whack nub, leave him numb
that boy a b-tch, that boy a fraud
opps look at me like i’m god, them n-ggas fear me
n-ggas never seen me but i know these n-ggas hear me
let the tec go ’till it’s empty, catch tyler, he catch fifty, light show!
run up on demarco, cook him like some charcoal
he better not leave the crib without his bible
cause i got six n-ggas with me, my disciples
we shooting like we [?]
[hook]
b-tch i’m anybody k!ller, you can’t f-ck with every n-gga
every n-gga ain’t yo’ n-gga, so i only trust myself
i don’t trust none of these n-ggas
n-ggas trynna’ do my dirty, i put the pole to one of these n-ggas
bullets hot like lucifer, it take the soul out these n-ggas
i’m trynna’ score on one these n-ggas
making goals out these n-ggas
ebk, f-ck ’em all, i expose one these n-ggas
f-ck 12, f-ck the l’s, f-ck a loc, f-ck get rich, f-ck get rich, and f-ck blake, rest in p-ss!
[verse 2]
all eyes on me like 2pac
posted up on blake block wit’ like two glocks
see [?], he get face shots
now folks [?] cause his face hot
bring that tec out, now he really diddy bop
shorty only want me cause i stack the gwop, i stack a lot, i’m rocking rocks, and i’m flee every [?] my team popping out
if you ain’t talking money, what you talking ’bout?
i just speak a lotta’ words so boy you better watch your mouth
‘fore i send goons to your door and have ’em f-cking watch your house
all black hoodie, yeah, i do drills in ralph
so if you wondering who did it, i did it, f-ck?
and all my n-ggas be wit’ it, duh
so if you sneak diss you gon’ get it, buck!
got guns so big, make the toughest n-ggas wanna’ get tucked
got so many hoes, man the best hoes they can get cut, if she wanna’ act up
and i love [?], i love shooting sh-t up
catch a loc at a party, we gon’ send that b-tch up
catch his -ss outside, we gon’ shoot his up
leave him and his crew for the ambulance to come pick up
we taking n-ggas down who claim they next up, f-ck?
[hook]
b-tch i’m anybody k!ller, you can’t f-ck with every n-gga
every n-gga ain’t yo’ n-gga, so i only trust myself
i don’t trust none of these n-ggas
n-ggas trynna’ do my dirty, i put the pole to one of these n-ggas
bullets hot like lucifer, it take the soul out these n-ggas
i’m trynna’ score on one these n-ggas
making goals out these n-ggas
ebk, f-ck ’em all, i expose one these n-ggas
f-ck 12, f-ck the l’s, f-ck a loc, f-ck get rich, f-ck get rich, and f-ck blake, rest in p-ss!
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