Don’t Understand EBK Young Joc

[Intro: EBK Young Joc]
Mmm, uh
Know what y'all telling me can't be true though
Cuddy, hang the phone up
Come on nigga, hop in the load nigga

[Verse: EBK Young Joc]
Hell naw somebody tell me how they get my brodie
If I was standing next to Slo, I woulda took it for him
Or better yet, some shots was gon' exchange
Got your picture on my pendant forever push your name
A hunnit proof and plus something like nigga pick your thang
Bringing killers out retirement better count your days
It get wicked, it get sickening how we play with Ks
I give it to em nigga slithеred but ain't got no hand
Some nose bumps and yеrk pops she gone hit the blade
Keep it on me I know they want me tell me how we playing
Out in AZ, I'm with shorty and Weirdo keep his fan
Diamonds hitting they bussin' just take a better glance
No S&I's these all VV's
For any address yall toss me I got a ten piece
If they was outside for real I would've been creeped
Choppers and FN's we got like ten gleeks
Don't want my trap up on the dresser at the airbase
Smoke yo ass don't get a pass you ain't sparing me
The way the job gets a kick and it's like Van Lee
And yeah I'm dropping all these niggas tryna test me
Like I don't put shit in a box for real
It's twenty twenty three K are you boxing still
It ain't that mean here you go nigga boxing still
Had to toss his ass I'm like duh
Be a devil I'ma do it nigga try what
Searching for paper why you out here trying to find love
My baby house been looking foreign but can't find blood
Do em' dirty clean kind when we find clothes