Trife To Mobile EBK Young Joc (Ft. Li Rye)

[Intro]
(Tough, Jew3lz)

[Verse 1: Li Rye & EBK Young Joc]
On they ass, make niggas use they feet every time we hit the block
Been dropped so many shots just like these hoes, we been running through Glocks
Kill they head honcho, we smokin' who running they block
I drop shots in Amiri and Louis Vuitton
My chain went on a skit before you did, who really gon' ride?
Stand over him and (Yeah) until this bitch lock
Bend her over, got her screaming out (Oh, daddy, stop)
Say my name, bitch (This pussy yours, Joc)
Okay, bitch let me know somethin'
If I'm steppin' in, oh, for sure my bro coming
Goofies always flashin' poles, but don't blow nothing
Huh, they make mе mad as shit
I dare 'em drop another diss and makе us mad again
How many of your niggas we done bagged up, twin?

[Verse 2: Li Rye & EBK Young Joc]
Said I was gon' quit, but got the lo' and tried to crash again
Yellow tape, leave shit dead on the scene, we caught 'em baggin' in
We send shit to the doctor, they dropped 'em, that boy died tryna spin
Niggas scared of smoke, all this shit toxic what I'm breathing in
Brand new 19, just threw on a switch, that 4 my favorite Gen
[?] never hit no faces, ain't the car you gon' be hoppin' in
Hell yeah, we kicking doors down if they don't let us in
Matter fact, Rye, hand me that fully, I'm finna, uh-huh
Matter fact, Rye, hand me that fully, I'm finna, okay
Matter fact, Rye, hand me that Draco, I'm finna step on him
Well, look here, her pussy good she put a hex on me
Oh my god, this bitch said she gon' sic her ex on me
Now I'm scared, syke, bitch, I got Vec' on me
Smell it in the air, when I'm 'round, I got death on me
All them R.I.P. shirts, don't be the next, homie
I got Rye, who you got? I'll bet on him