Triple O (EBK) lyrics

[Intro: OMB Jay Dee & Edot Babyy]
Brrt, baow, baow, baow
Are you dumb
Are you dumb, like what
What the f*ck (Oh sh*t)
Oh sh*t (Baow)
Edot whats crackin', n*gga
It's Edot Babyy (Baow, baow, baow)
O to the O (Brrt, oh)
Yeah, gang, gang, gang
Let's do it, are you dumb
What
Yo cig, sh*t like that right here
Oh, gang, gang, gang
Uh, look, uh, look (Facts, what)

[Verse 1: OMB Jay Dee]
That n*gga stupid walking through my strip
Shout out to Sha, Edot the rip
O to the O, Drilly to my di*k
Smoking on Dummy, higher than a b*tch
I call up bro, he say he finna kick
I'm finna spin a n*gga, make it quick
I think about Mellz when I'm totin' that sh*t
Call them [?] start blowing that sh*t
Don't give a f*ck about cops, I'll go to the Rock
Hell nah, I ain't throwing that sh*t
Rather get caught with it, then caught without it
Can't go out like Dummy or Nick
COVID-19 buggin in the clip
Hit 'em say, "Jaydee buggin' n*gga sick"
f*ck 26, Queezy suck a di*k
K don't slip, keep him with a stick
When I first went to the bookings, know how it go on the Rock they ain't want me to leave
He know a n*gga from Brooklyn shoutout my O's in the Bronx I out here wit' the beef
Free Jerry G, bugging on the rock
Free Max Payne, they ain't catch the chop
I got the 80 with us with my KB n*ggas tell my 80s n*ggas 80 high
Smoking on dead n*ggas in the sky
Oh sh*t, can't even breathe
I spin the opps, now somebody deceased
I ain't die for the, finna stay, tryna leave 'em, and leave
823, throwing up the C's
Spinnin' 6 whips, they don't know the V's
Come with a black flag in the Adidas suit, fake Carti's
They don't know it's me
Think I'm a folk, f*ck [?] Blixk n*gga he a joke
2018, we hit the rock
No we ain't [?], yeah sh*t was broke
Oh sh*t, look, oh
Savv's my bro, Crippy that's the Locc
He'll still pop a n*gga if there's smoke
Edot with me, O to the O
Oh sh*t
[Verse 2: Edot Babyy]
Couple of shots and that boy in a casket
Then I'm back just toting a ratchet
It's free rekt, then I'm causing havoc
I'ma shake up the party and clap him
No I won't fight, I can't put this gun down
We blam' at the Blammas for fun now
Oh he a Gunna so I'm gonna run down
He better not fall off this gun sound
I know an opp got caught sucking di*k
He was on camera thought I would forget
Big die Drilly, Drilly to my di*k
Fat Boy, it's a new spliff
That's word to Crip, I be on that sh*t
I'm the lil' n*gga they not f*cking with
I told Jaydee, link me with the 80
We walk in the club and we stacking that sh*t
Like, [?] just talking, he ain't doing sh*t
Boy is a zombie, burnt like a spliff
And Aaliyah yeah she doing di*k
We know the real gang really hit
Put the beam to the blam, Blamma it to my di*k
Catch him in traffic, running like he Rick
Oh sh*t, what
It's Edot Babyy
[Verse 3: Sha EK]
Walk in the spot like suck my di*k
I heard a new opp down like Nick
Throw up the O when I walk in the strip
Ayo Cig, I'm with the rips
b*tch it's still Dummy gang to my di*k
She wanna rump but the gun on my hip
Swear to god if she line me that b*tch getting hit
That boy talked on the dead and got put in a spliff
Yeah I got hit but I'm back now, n*ggas know I rap now
See me and they never do sh*t
Edai was walking with cops
Dthang be talking that boy was just sucking on di*k
Edai was walking with cops
Dthang be talking that boy was just sucking on di*k (Uh Huh-)
That boy was just sucking on di*k, gang, gang, gang
pus*y, suck my di*k

[Outro: Sha EK & Edot Babyy]
O to O, you know the f*cking vibes, n*gga
Everything for Diddy, everything for Yellow
Boom, boom, boom (It's Edot Babyy, like)
Gang, gang, gang
Yeah
Gang, gang, gang
Suck my di*k