5:52 lyrics

[Intro: EBK Bckdoe]
(5:52)
(𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸)
[Verse: EBK Bckdoe]
When I was down on my di*k you couldn't offer nun'
Tripping over old sh*t, imma smoke his cousin
My lil' n*ggas trained to kill them n*ggas go for nun'
Them n*ggas go for nun', brand new karate chop I got it from Miasia
Imma drop 100 shots, where them n*ggas hanging
I was taught to pull the move b*tch the streets raised me
n*gga thank God saved him cause the bullets grazed him
I'm the trifest of the trife b*tch I'm the trife god
Been breaking b*tches down, since the iPod
I'm out the way they call my phone they couldn't find Lock
Give a n*gga 2 for 3, like the IHOP, b*tch you better give it here
b*tch that's mando, sending pikes out the way, shoutout Lando
Everybody turned fake, like where the fam go?
But they be fake I'm fake back, so watch the backdoor
You can't even trust a soul, everybody playing both sides
If you in the [?] bob and weave, n*gga clotheslined
Slidin' with a broke .9, see what the Drakey do
Pop him in his head and shoot his lid that's what the Drakey do
16 what the Drakey shoot, and it got a bun on it
Double Ds on his Baby 8 it got a drum on it b*tch I go dumb on it
b*tch I'm tryna slide fasho still playing with them ghost guns
You finna die fasho yo big homie slidin' fasho
But you like the b*tch kind you ain't even take that pen time
You like 6ix9ine n*gga you the snitch kind
You be on some sukka sh*t
That n*gga tried to snake me out the game that ain't no brother sh*t