Out On Bail lyrics

[Intro: EBK Jaaybo, Elvis Crespo]
Algo en tu cara me facina
That's on y'all brother I'm known...
Algo en tu cara me da vida
When you n*ggas from the hood? A lot of n*ggas brother
¿Será tu sonrisa?
¿Será tu sonrisa?
Not from the hood? n*ggas can't say a n*gga not from the G
n*ggas for surely not EBK, two-one, Js

[Verse: EBK Jaaybo]
Aye, aye, aye
Baby I get jiggy, fell in love with pink fifties and them green dubs
And you could lose your whole damn arm for throwin' threes up
I pop n*ggas too, ain't trippin' off that lil' mean mug
Don't instigate a fight cause I'm gon', ah
Turned the fully to a lock
Out on bail, the feds hot
Four nickle jump, I gotta aim it at his chest to hit his top
A couple killers coming home, they need free my n*gga Ra
From Jordan Court to Seventh Street, they know who really bendin' blocks
Head taps, he got a glass fade, come make a dub off rappin' on a bad day
I know he cappin' in them songs, they got no bag, that n*gga had to pay
Threw rubix cube on baby drac, aye lil' n*gga, what's your mag game?
Fat n*gga, but I still can do that dance and make my back break
You know my gang or wire taps, don't hit my phone about no bodies
The case was closed, I can't believe you told the police that we popped him
Don't say the homie name b*tch, over bro I'm kamikaze
Sendin' b*tches still my hobby
Walked up close before I dropped him
AMG, slap that thing in sport mode it drive faster
Keep yo gleek close when it's time to go, it might matter
This b*tch know better than to raise her voice at a life snatcher
I just turned my lil' n*gga to a fly exterminator
You must've lost your damn mind, you think that I ain't gettin' paper
Eliminate a opp with malice, slowly breathin' with his face up
Can't let no b*tch play with my time like I'm a simp, hoe I'm a playa
Gave me the bag, I send her down in Baltimore with the Ravens
Drac thang ain't pullin' up with nothin' smaller
Say bout' the b*tch? I heard the pain in his voice when he called her
I'm really present when it's funk, ain't going back and forth with blogger
I know it hurt, AH HA! Your brother died, try harder
Ain't nun' less than a spartan
Gzzz, I was sendin' hits at seventeen
Free my twin, they tryna say my brother clipped a n*gga wings
Loadin' up the arsenal
Jaaybo spinnin' when it's beef
He made a song 'bout Slobe, I catch the b*tch, I'm kickin' in his teeth
GLE six-three, I might just grab the Porsche truck
He makin' songs like we ain't spinnin' for our bro, the score up
Don't say Slo-Be name in vain, I'm really trippin' 'bout my blood
Free B from the dub, Nightingale, Gs up
I ain't gotta act like I'on got it on me, cause I do
Just me and Maxx, we ain't on separate type of times, we tryna hoop
You think you under, n*gga f*ckin' with them snitches, you ain't bool
I get the lo' and spin through
On Phelps Street, just me and Tuce
The label came and drop that bag, yeah I got it goin' on
Hit up my plug in AZ, I need them Glocks for the low
If you ain't terrorize the opp, then I would not put him on
It look like fifty in the chopper, but that's not what it hold
Hunnit rounds in that b*tch, it's a switchy inside
Since Play introduced him to me, I need switchies on mine
Used to need ten for the feature
Now I'm switchin' the price
And get her, issue whole time I was down, she need di*k in her life
Famous n*gga, but I'm still finna slide
Play with bands, I can spot a hunnit bands with one eye
Think I'm pus*y? Push up on me, It's gon' be a gun fight
You f*ck with suckas, then you that blood, I ain't lettin' nun' slide
Three hoes in my load, this finna be a fun ride
I got evil thoughts, was death on my sucka, then he died
At times I turn in to the reaper, still been on that type of time
My opp ain't got no legs, but walkin' sh*t down when he on live, two-one, Js
[Outro: EBK Jaaybo]
Free Poopy, Free Maxx, Free Leek, Free Play