Rebellious lyrics

[Intro: EBK Juvie]
We outside
b*tch, I'm getting mad
We outside after hours like we working
But don't work shifts

[Verse 1: EBK Juvie & Young Slo-Be]
We outside after hours like we work shifts
Play it slick but watch bro, he look nervous
Step back, pull up from deep like I'm Irving
Leave a n*gga stiff, he 'bout to blitz, he need [?]
I know I hit his b*tch, oh well, that was on purpose
Oh my, and free my n*ggas out that jammy
I don't really f*ck with these ducks, they all daffy
Real savage in my city like [?]
Most these n*ggas b*tch, on the clique, if you ask me
Catch me on Montclair or Belair, I'm on them backstreets
Been the same since I was a kid, you could ask [?]
Ten Ps, I'm finna bust 'em like I'm [?]
You can't talk that gangster sh*t, n*gga, you gotta show me
Cook a n*gga soul with this pole, turn him to roast beef
Tryna do right but somehow I find the wrong thing
[?], bro a shooter, he just gon' squeeze
Don't get dropped for tryna be gang and rep the wrong thing (Stupid)
Aye, lil n*gga, and rep the wrong thing (It's the gang)
[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Slo-Be with the toolie, aye, but I ain't Juvie though
Two fifties, hundred clips, we shoot movie rolls
Aye, I know these Glocks look like twins but these different poles
Finna toss this Glock 21, it got your n*gga gone
Aye, aye, n*gga, I'm out of state with it
Boy, I let this chop go to work, it do bad business
Aye, aye, posted in the hood but only for a minute
Oowee, beat that road up, really road tripping, n*gga
I'm NG21, what you n*ggas mean?
This forty wake a n*gga ass up and end a n*gga dream
Now his ass put to sleep like some promethazine
All my n*ggas shooting guards, n*gga, free the team
You can catch me with that b*tch, she's always making cents
b*tch, you ain't get up off your ass, you ain't making cents

[Verse 3: EBK Durk]
Aye, n*gga, we don't make diss songs
For all you suckers speaking on Lay, you ain't gon' live long
Hollow tips'll change the way he p*ssing, make him sh*t wrong
Tryna blick, I almost broke my wrist but I ain't miss though
[?] politicking with my hoodlums, I'm with Bris folks (With 42)
n*ggas [?] with that b*tch, he in that [?]
Hit the road with twenty bowls but it's a risk though
Just 'cause she a fag with the trap don't mean this sh*t slow
Stop thinking this sh*t smoothie, on the B, we really strip folks
My whiteboy hit my phone with twenty Ps, blood, what they hit for?
Oowee, in other words, b*tch, we gon' take those
No, I can't bend nor change, I been this way since eight years old
Dracos with that [?], no pump faking, we gon' take his pole
n*ggas ain't real, they really fake, they just gon' play the role
Free all of my brothers out that cage, they into taking souls
I put that on my mother, I won't squeal or never break the code
Free JohnBoi, on the G, yeah, that's my baby woe
Aye, n*gga, hey, and that's on anything
NG, pull up to Montclair, we selling everything
Hit the Greyhound with eight pound, f*ck a airplane
I'm [?], real don dada, you can ask [?]
I passed the street test, n*gga, still yelling, "f*ck college"
You will never catch me slipping, b*tch, I keep it tucked by me
You will never catch me slipping, b*tch, I keep it tucked by me