5:52 EBK Bckdoe

[Intro: EBK Bckdoe]
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[Verse: EBK Bckdoe]
When I was down on my dick you couldn't offer nun'
Tripping over old shit, imma smoke his cousin
My lil' niggas trained to kill them niggas go for nun'
Them niggas go for nun', brand new karate chop I got it from Miasia
Imma drop 100 shots, where them niggas hanging
I was taught to pull the move bitch the streets raised me
Nigga thank God saved him cause the bullets grazed him
I'm the trifest of the trife bitch I'm the trife god
Been breaking bitches down, since the iPod
I'm out the way they call my phone they couldn't find Lock
Give a nigga 2 for 3, like the IHOP, bitch you better give it here
Bitch that's mando, sending pikes out the way, shoutout Lando
Everybody turned fake, like where the fam go?
But they be fake I'm fake back, so watch the backdoor
You can't even trust a soul, everybody playing both sides
If you in the [?] bob and weave, nigga clotheslined
Slidin' with a broke .9, see what the Drakey do
Pop him in his head and shoot his lid that's what the Drakey do
16 what the Drakey shoot, and it got a bun on it
Double Ds on his Baby 8 it got a drum on it bitch I go dumb on it
Bitch I'm tryna slide fasho still playing with them ghost guns
You finna die fasho yo big homie slidin' fasho
But you like the bitch kind you ain't even take that pen time
You like 6ix9ine nigga you the snitch kind
You be on some sukka shit
That nigga tried to snake me out the game that ain't no brother shit