[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Thick bitch, darkskin like Shay Shay
Big ass pole, chase him with it like he [?]
Man down, man down, he yelling mayday
Bitch, go get a check or a bag, it's a payday
Ooh, Young Joc, bitch, I'm the sleazy of the sleazest
Bully out the clique, bitch, I'm the meanest
Don't say you love me if you really don't mean it
Hella high off a couple [?], I'm in Venus
9 Springfield hit his ass, got him leaning
Bitch, we gon' G slide on his ass just for speaking (Where they at?)
Bouncing out the road, do my dougie, bitch, I'm geeking
I'm with some bébés, hyenas, bitch, they heathens
[?], mad face, bitch, thеy steaming
No, ain't no nice guys, they somе shooters, real demons
Off a Xanny bar with my yistol, I be tweaking
Still on ten toes, they want funk, tell 'em bring it
Smoking cookie pack, damn near fucking up my breathing
I'm finna hit a lick, I'ma up if he sleazing
XdRc ain't for nothing, bitch, he squeezing (That's my nigga)
Durk, that's my brother, EBK what we bleeding
My daughter on the way so I been on some me shit
Can't wait to see her face when she smile and start cheesing
[Verse 2: EBK Juvie]
Ayy, I ain't looking for no Shay Shay
Lay Lay gon' run it in every payday
Heat sensor and a drum on the AK (Thick bitch)
Early morning in the field with my bébés, bitch
We been sliding like some training wheels (For real, for real)
I know some niggas fake but they gon' say they real (They gon' lie about it)
I was posted in the trap tryna make a mil'
Stop playing with them crackers, bet he'll take a deal, ayy
They hanging niggas like a t-shirt (They hanging folks)
Hit his ass in his back, watch his knees hurt
Do a hit, double back then we reverse (Ayy, run it back)
Deep range shooters, better do your research, bitch
Thick bitch, darkskin like Shay Shay
Big ass pole, chase him with it like he [?]
Man down, man down, he yelling mayday
Bitch, go get a check or a bag, it's a payday
Ooh, Young Joc, bitch, I'm the sleazy of the sleazest
Bully out the clique, bitch, I'm the meanest
Don't say you love me if you really don't mean it
Hella high off a couple [?], I'm in Venus
9 Springfield hit his ass, got him leaning
Bitch, we gon' G slide on his ass just for speaking (Where they at?)
Bouncing out the road, do my dougie, bitch, I'm geeking
I'm with some bébés, hyenas, bitch, they heathens
[?], mad face, bitch, thеy steaming
No, ain't no nice guys, they somе shooters, real demons
Off a Xanny bar with my yistol, I be tweaking
Still on ten toes, they want funk, tell 'em bring it
Smoking cookie pack, damn near fucking up my breathing
I'm finna hit a lick, I'ma up if he sleazing
XdRc ain't for nothing, bitch, he squeezing (That's my nigga)
Durk, that's my brother, EBK what we bleeding
My daughter on the way so I been on some me shit
Can't wait to see her face when she smile and start cheesing
[Verse 2: EBK Juvie]
Ayy, I ain't looking for no Shay Shay
Lay Lay gon' run it in every payday
Heat sensor and a drum on the AK (Thick bitch)
Early morning in the field with my bébés, bitch
We been sliding like some training wheels (For real, for real)
I know some niggas fake but they gon' say they real (They gon' lie about it)
I was posted in the trap tryna make a mil'
Stop playing with them crackers, bet he'll take a deal, ayy
They hanging niggas like a t-shirt (They hanging folks)
Hit his ass in his back, watch his knees hurt
Do a hit, double back then we reverse (Ayy, run it back)
Deep range shooters, better do your research, bitch
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