EBK Lyrics

Slide on your block with a stick

Get to busting

I kill a nigga

That shit don't mean nothing

Don't feel a thing

When I flame it and up it

I spin through your block

You ain't tough you be ducking

Your thottie be fuckin

And geeking and sucking

Get thottie to line up

A nigga for nothing

He thinking he safe

He get hit in his muffin

For all of that gang shit

My niggas is bussin

For the shit he was talking

His mom gotta suffer

I make it hot in the spot

Like I'm usher

I know her bodies

Don't think imma touch her

I started bugging

I came up from nothing

She got a laced weave

She be fronting

Shit on these niggas

On bro I be dumping

The nigga that you think is tough

Gon go out like a bitch

He gon beg for his life like a puppy

I chase em down

And on offense I'm bucking

He think he untouchable

Until we touch him

I really hate politicking

And discussing

Bro Give he me a pill

So that I can go rush em

She tryna shake it

Like let's get a room

He get hit out his room

And sent straight to the moon

If the opps drop the addy

We sliding by noon

If he really want smoke

Come and link with my goons

Every time I go drill

I pray May at the gates

That's for Mickey I'm Gunning

For D imma chase

And he still gon get clicked on

Like fuck is a case

If you speak on my dead

You get put in your place

Moving oppy

Let's see if the beam work

Brodie blitz em

Let's show em that team work

I shoot movies

With opp niggas BM's

Get sent to the moon

Nigga thought it was Dreamworks

I try not to question

If she moving wocky

I know you gon leave me

The second shits rocky

I was the goalie

But never played hockey

I'd post like a drone

Then go spinning with Dottie

They talk bout my case

Cause they know they can't stop

Stop me

Like I can't move wocky

The Fed's tryna lock me

I'll up it in public

Don't care if we shopping

You lucky that bro saved your life When he stopped me

I would pop me a yercy

Then get in my faze

And I'm still bending blocks

That's how niggas got grazed

And these bitches wanna fuck

But these bitches be blazed

When we spin

All the opps

Get to looking both ways

Mom I'm sorry that I'm always

Out in the streets

I'm just tryna make money

Not tryna make friends

Imma love you forever

I'll ride to the end

I won't ever let up

I Send shots when I spin

Taught me never to lose

So I promise to win

Imma put on for d

He was really my twin

If a opp nigga slide

And hit me in my chin

I hope D at the gate

Hope I see you again

Brodie thought he got lucky

It bounced off the rim

He get thrown in that water

Don't think he can swim

I would wait in the corner

Then shoot off his shin

They had me on the bench

Felt like Jeremy Lin

All the pain that I felt

I won't feel it again