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[Intro: EBK JaayBo]
n*gga, hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
That sh*t slap (Sparky made it slap)

[Verse 1: EBK JaayBo]
f*ck it up, sis, what you scared of?
Banana clip on the chop, gave him a bear hug
We got GLOCK on GLOCKS [?]
Left cuz traumatized, blood, we scare thugs
Left him on the concrete with his brains splattered
Jolly rancher in my juice, I love the taste after
f*ck them lil' ass boys, smoke the main factor
Left Drac' for AR 'cause she way badder
Why do n*ggas think they can harm me?
Lil' bro in love with the funk, that n*gga part beef
Got instruments that'll stop a n*gga heartbeat
Boys tryna run us off the Seven but this our street
Park me, what the f*ck did you say to mе?
Cold red Corona GLOCK, 40 spray disease
I want his soul in our possеssion, n*ggas play for keeps
Injury ain't life-threatening if you ain't make them scream
Hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
Caught him tryna f*ck the b*tch, I'm a c*ckblocker
Hopscotch [?], I'm a block watcher
Sucker K, we gon' slide 'til all the opps slaughtered
Headshot, huh, them dead opps, look
Last n*gga tried to throw the Gales down couldn't
He wanna parlay, his slam got took
Another man down, blood family shook
JaayBo a don dada
n*ggas ain't Nightingale K, y'all ain't smoke nada
Free [?], free [?] and Osama
Free Whoadie, free Sleaze, free [?]
Chopper jumping like a kangaroo, it might bite you
Forty catching fades for me, I don't like fighting
Your gun still ain't been used, he don't like sliding
He must not mind dying
[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy (That's the gang)
I can't vouch for one skit, he don't like sliding
His clip full, it's a little strange
Ayy, ayy, free lil Whoa because he'll bust a brain
Heard you got the bricks, you got the white, he'll leave it stained
Oowee, n*gga, Slo-Be keep a thing
And I'm really a fool with it, watch me do my thing
Ayy, I ain't worried 'bout no n*gga lying on my name
b*tch, I had cuffs on my wrist before I bought a chain
Ayy, n*ggas can't wait to say, "n*gga, knuckle up"
Fight who? n*gga, in the pen I'll still poke you up
Cuddie on the block with two straps, n*gga, pitch me one
Buddy told me no so after that I had to get me one
Ayy, have my young n*gga walk you down and try to get him one
n*gga, I got the drop from your partner, you don't keep a gun
Ayy, beam on the 23, don't even try to run
Ayy, ayy, you can't run when we shoot
Ayy, f*ck it up, b*tch, the Drac' so amazing
Last drill we had a sucker squirming, bet he couldn't take it
Faceshot, n*gga, body shot, we cannot waste it
[?], that leg shot, get your aim up
n*ggas know we boys in the bity, they just play tough
Say what? Check twenty bands out that [?]
Ayy, ayy, n*gga, I don't say much
On 21, free the thugs, n*gga (Gang, n*gga)
[Outro: Young Slo-Be]
Beat your body up with slugs, n*gga
(Sparky made it slap)
You a sucker then you sh*t out of luck, n*gga