Dondadda lyrics

[Intro]
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

[Chorus: EBK JaayBo]
n*gga, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
b*tch, I shoot to kill, don't give a f*ck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
n*gga, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
b*tch, I shoot to kill, don't give a f*ck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
n*gga, I'm a don dada

[Verse 1: EBK JaayBo]
Slidin' through the bity
Call big bro and he pullin' up with fifty
n*ggas turn rat when that prison time get sticky
Wes set the play and left a nerd n*gga p*ssy
Hari B, he gon' pull up with the gleek
Marley C, Mr. Make a n*gga Rest in Peace
Slo-Be got the b*tch in her heels, them her cleats
Went crazy when them crackers wrapped my daddy in them sheets
This ain't simp di*k, b*tch, did you know I'm Baby Whorebucks?
I just set a play to the neck but I need more bucks
He slid through the land and got his nerd ass tore up
Juvie lashed a n*gga for the bricks, he finna pour up
Lil n*gga, and we still screaming, "f*ck the opposition"
n*ggas rapping 'bout this killing sh*t 'til they get doc*mented
He gon' turn to Stuart Little 'cause he ain't never popped a n*gga
We dropping n*ggas, real EBK, South Stockton, n*gga
[Chorus: EBK JaayBo]
n*gga, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
b*tch, I shoot to kill, don't give a f*ck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
n*gga, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
b*tch, I shoot to kill, don't give a f*ck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
n*gga, I'm a don dada

[Verse 2: EBK Juvie]
Pull a mailman and bounce out with the doors open
Two to his chest, one to the neck, now that boy choking
I ain't from the Bay but I got plug out in Oakland
We for sure in, lil bro gon' kick that door in
He was a stain so you know we cut your bro in
Aye, n*gga, nah, and I ain't jawsing
We been balling and I ain't talking 'bout no Spalding
Ain't no jogging, I'm checking blues in this jog fit
Heavy metal, it's gon' hit stick, analog sh*t
Hari B, he a sharpshooter, watch him log in
I feel like a shepherd when I'm lurking, I'm [?]
Thirty shells in that 40 thing, watch 'em all sink
[?], chop give him shots like it bartend
Stay up in that shallow 'cause the deep where them sharks is
Snitch K, [?] to them rollers on that narc sh*t
Twenty deep posted with them drums like I'm marching, b*tch
[Chorus: EBK JaayBo]
n*gga, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
b*tch, I shoot to kill, don't give a f*ck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
n*gga, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
b*tch, I shoot to kill, don't give a f*ck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
n*gga, I'm a don dada