[Verse 1: EBK Trey B]
Every time a Fly die, the bity know who did it
Said you bent that G-Block, nigga, no you didn't
In my bity, it get tricky, we be blowin' switches
If she ain't never had me trap, I don't know them bitches
Every time somebody die, I was like, "I don't know"
I'm already celebratin', I just poured a four
If my pockets get low, I'ma kick a dub
Could break a wrist, or I could get it out of Skinny Ho
Triple cross, it ain't shit to break a nigga neck
Stars in the roof, I be damned if she don't get me check
But I was broke, then [?], niggas made me wreck
Bitch, I'm strictly BK, bitch, I'm none less
Every time we catch a five, somebody die
We making mama's cry
Everybody got a button, you wouldn't wanna try
When we pulled that last, they was traumatized
Bitch, everybody gotta die
[Verse 2: EBK Jaaybo]
Yeah, everybody gotta die if I come to dribble
Since I copped my first chop, it's been fuck a pistol
How the fuck you don't know how to shoot, bro? It's so fucking simple
Yeah, I passed my lil' bro the ball, and he double dribble
Yeah, rich gang bling-blow, Carti bust down
Used to parlay with them niggas, but it's up now
My opp in jail, but we gon' spank him when he touch down
Yeah, before I let a goofy hangout pour this cup out
Call her [?], she suck dick for free
Talk to her on the 'Gram, but when she see me out, I didn't speak
Yeah, yeah, I know my old bitch gon' pay 'cause we got history
Look what the Hortbugs did to me, Two One
Every time a Fly die, the bity know who did it
Said you bent that G-Block, nigga, no you didn't
In my bity, it get tricky, we be blowin' switches
If she ain't never had me trap, I don't know them bitches
Every time somebody die, I was like, "I don't know"
I'm already celebratin', I just poured a four
If my pockets get low, I'ma kick a dub
Could break a wrist, or I could get it out of Skinny Ho
Triple cross, it ain't shit to break a nigga neck
Stars in the roof, I be damned if she don't get me check
But I was broke, then [?], niggas made me wreck
Bitch, I'm strictly BK, bitch, I'm none less
Every time we catch a five, somebody die
We making mama's cry
Everybody got a button, you wouldn't wanna try
When we pulled that last, they was traumatized
Bitch, everybody gotta die
[Verse 2: EBK Jaaybo]
Yeah, everybody gotta die if I come to dribble
Since I copped my first chop, it's been fuck a pistol
How the fuck you don't know how to shoot, bro? It's so fucking simple
Yeah, I passed my lil' bro the ball, and he double dribble
Yeah, rich gang bling-blow, Carti bust down
Used to parlay with them niggas, but it's up now
My opp in jail, but we gon' spank him when he touch down
Yeah, before I let a goofy hangout pour this cup out
Call her [?], she suck dick for free
Talk to her on the 'Gram, but when she see me out, I didn't speak
Yeah, yeah, I know my old bitch gon' pay 'cause we got history
Look what the Hortbugs did to me, Two One
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