[Chorus: EBK Jaaybo]
These backwoods gone kill me
Before a suckas do
Took a trip for my guys
I swear I love my dudes
Shout out baby nine
Girl I love u too
She ain’t trying to choose up
Well bitch fuck you too
Bitch it’s fuck you too
I just popped a bar now I’m sweating
Aye I’m her nine to five
She gotta check in
Aye the bitch gonna make me rich
She a blessing
Aye baby no you ain’t my girl
You my best friend
[Verse 1: EBK Jaaybo]
Shout out baby drake
That’s my bitch
Aye, Aye I just brought a chopper
For my crips
Ouwee he bringing them ps
It’s a hit
Aye speaking on me to the bitch
Like a bitch
God damn lеt’s beat the road up
I just servеd a nigga his papers
The bitch chose up
We ain’t coming to the party
Unless we poured up
Six a clock he leaving home from work
Beat that load up
We gone sit outside until somebody slides
She said she get no attention
Well bitch I’m kinda high
She trying to guess my password
That’s not my kinda type
Worry about what I’m doing
Lil baby find a life
Red Run
Face shots leave his face gone
Bro hit the bounty
And start singing like trey songs
I know one day I’m gone make it
It’s ain’t gone take long
I’m strap down
Masked up gang face on
Nigga think he a hero
Put him a cape on
So we can give him wings
Now his ass can fly
Fill his whip with hella dope smoke
Now his ass high
And if the pigs
Find the pistol it is not mine
These backwoods gone kill me
Before a suckas do
Took a trip for my guys
I swear I love my dudes
Shout out baby nine
Girl I love u too
She ain’t trying to choose up
Well bitch fuck you too
Bitch it’s fuck you too
I just popped a bar now I’m sweating
Aye I’m her nine to five
She gotta check in
Aye the bitch gonna make me rich
She a blessing
Aye baby no you ain’t my girl
You my best friend
[Verse 1: EBK Jaaybo]
Shout out baby drake
That’s my bitch
Aye, Aye I just brought a chopper
For my crips
Ouwee he bringing them ps
It’s a hit
Aye speaking on me to the bitch
Like a bitch
God damn lеt’s beat the road up
I just servеd a nigga his papers
The bitch chose up
We ain’t coming to the party
Unless we poured up
Six a clock he leaving home from work
Beat that load up
We gone sit outside until somebody slides
She said she get no attention
Well bitch I’m kinda high
She trying to guess my password
That’s not my kinda type
Worry about what I’m doing
Lil baby find a life
Red Run
Face shots leave his face gone
Bro hit the bounty
And start singing like trey songs
I know one day I’m gone make it
It’s ain’t gone take long
I’m strap down
Masked up gang face on
Nigga think he a hero
Put him a cape on
So we can give him wings
Now his ass can fly
Fill his whip with hella dope smoke
Now his ass high
And if the pigs
Find the pistol it is not mine
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