EBT ft. JØfrmthaMile Lyrics

To give you niggas what you need

Yeah

I don't do the funny rap no more. I'm a bar spitter. Glock hit a nigga whip for the bread

It's a car flipper. Side bitch can't break your family up bet the shells can. Long clip bitch

I touch dog shit like a mailman. Cops couldn't catch a real nigga. I was fast as hell

I miss your baby mama when your ass going back to jail. A nigga trying to age backwards

I'ma ask for real. Cops caught me trying to break into a house and I asked for bail. Bitch took off her socks

No, you know your toes long as hell. In the gym eight days a week. You know, I'm strong as hell

Bitch wanna argue all the time. Don't start with me

I might quit this rapping shit and go into carpentry. The key to my heart is through my stomach

Why you starving me? Niggas stressed out smoking squares. Don't get in the car with me

I got straight clips in the car. The rest curly. DE knock off sides. Bitch I step early

There's plenty of things you can jump on but not my cock. Pussy so good

I woke up ass naked trying to find my socks. If she don't wanna fuck I'ma beat it like the king of pop

I'm airy bitch type like a EBT. Bitch I'm like John Cena. You ain't seeing me. Bitch I keep a bald head like it's CeeLo Green

Nigga, fuck the trials. I ain't make the team. Jumped off the porch, cracked the ground with my fucking feet

I'ma make this rap shit. Ain't no stopping me. Bitch drop their face in my lap. That's where the quality be. Do a eri- alright

Do a eri song, I drop hard. I'm my mama seeing. Bitch if you hit this fucking crib, swear you eating me. Bitch

I don't want your cool. You can fuck the team. Drop ski G17 with a laser beam. Charaded tips coming off

the opp, swear it's eating things. Uh-huh, bitch back in the town, swear she popping coupes. I can't tell if that's your stomach or your fucking food

All I gotta do is hit the mile and call my fucking troops. All you gotta do is pass the opp and know I'm finna shoot

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