[Intro: EBK JaayBo]
Nigga, hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
That shit slap (Sparky made it slap)

[Verse 1: EBK JaayBo]
Fuck 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
Fuck them lil' ass boys, smoke the main factor
Left Drac' for AR 'cause she way badder
Why do niggas think they can harm me?
Lil' bro in love with the funk, that nigga part beef
Got instruments that'll stop a nigga heartbeat
Boys tryna run us off the Seven but this our street
Park me, what the fuck did you say to mе?
Cold red Corona GLOCK, 40 spray disease
I want his soul in our possеssion, niggas 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 fuck the bitch, I'm a cockblocker
Hopscotch [?], I'm a block watcher
Sucker K, we gon' slide 'til all the opps slaughtered
Headshot, huh, them dead opps, look
Last nigga tried to throw the Gales down couldn't
He wanna parlay, his slam got took
Another man down, blood family shook
JaayBo a don dada
Niggas ain't Nightingale K, y'all ain't smoke nada
Free [?], free [?] and Osama
Free Whoadie, free Sleaze, 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
He must not mind dying
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