E B f*ckIN K lyrics

[Intro]
Blaow
f*ck
f*ck y'all n*gga ass on, man
Haha, tighten up (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Real-deal smacker, rubber bands on my Glock, can't buy no grip, get active (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Built-in switch, not a [?], f*ck n*gga gon' clap him (f*ck n*gga gon' clap him, yeah)
Yeah, snake boy felt that zig, he ain't never get back, n*gga, f*ck your gang, get active (f*ck your gang)
"TKey standin' on business," f*ck n*gga, don't drag it (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I don't never get to hoop with n*ggas, these opp-ass n*ggas be playin' Madden
In the last two years, four n*ggas had said, "f*ck gang," now they all in Heaven
I got a fat-ass seventy-five rounds in this Drac', hell nah, I will not stop saggin'
Hang out the window lit, this fully quake, screamed, "f*ck your gang," what happened?

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm EBK, don't say we cliqued, n*gga ass get popped for cappin' (f*ck your gang, n*gga)
pus*y-ass n*gga tried bark down on me in text, I almost got parked for [?] (Baow)
Once again, them n*ggas said, "f*ck gang," caught hot sh*t, check the rap sheet
And if they still living, we gon' get to 'em, don't even trip, they gon' see (n*gga, what? What?)
I heard word around they want me
Come and get me, I ain't duckin' no wreck
I just bought the gang fullies
Lil' twin upgrade from a kill
They think that's some more n*ggas behind that work, they don't even know we did that (Baow, baow, baow)
b*tch-ass n*gga been tryna contest this sh*t like we won't push his wig back (Baow, baow, baow)
Come through, money spread, I'm a young rich n*gga, this sh*t goin' straight to my head
I dropped a bag on lil' buddy and threw on some extra to make sure the young n*gga dead
TeeKee sped, [?] shoot lil' b*tch in his dreads
b*tch tried to bump down on 'em, must've thought I was scared
Yeah, n*gga mad I said f*ck they mans, well, f*ck him again, he dead
Your b*tch wasn't live, I'd clap him again
Get to slingin' this Draco on the opp n*gga block, I'm nasty, I'm pushin' two in his skin
I got the young n*gga [?], lil' twin tryna f*ck sh*t in
[Chorus]
Real-deal smacker, rubber bands on my Glock, can't buy no grip, get active (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Built-in switch, not a [?], f*ck n*gga gon' clap him (f*ck n*gga gon' clap him)
Yeah, snake boy felt that zig, he ain't never get back, n*gga, f*ck your gang, get active (n*gga, f*ck your gang)
"TKey standin' on business," f*ck n*gga, don't drag it (f*ck n*gga, don't drag it)
I don't never get to hoop with n*ggas, these opp-ass n*ggas be playin' Madden
In the last two years, four n*ggas had said, "f*ck gang," now they all in Heaven (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I got a fat-ass seventy-five rounds in this Drac', hell nah, I will not stop saggin'
Hang out the window lit, this fully quake, screamed, "f*ck your gang," what happened? (n*gga, f*ck your gang, n*gga)

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