E&F CYPHER lyrics

[Verse 1: luracks]
(Luracks)
A-Team sh*t, n*gga
Thug and Future, I get super slimey
Ran off on a plug, I get super grimey
In New York, b*tches tryna line me
7.62 God if he feelin' sheisty
223s all up in his body
I feel safe, 'cause the pole beside me
Trinidad James when I pop a molly
My old white b*tch name is Holly
In Best Buy punchin' sh*t like Ali
My Arab plug only speak Bengali
Two twin Glocks if he tryna copy
He out of jail, now he act like Bobby
I'm not Yeat, I ain't ever sorry
I keep Drac's up in the Ferrari

[Verse 2: kj2ugly]
Bro I need that money, A$AP Bari
n*gga I'm wearing Vlone like A$AP Bari
Mе and racks got hella sticks in the party
b*tch I stay with an Iron man like Jarvis
b*tch, wе're in a Tesla, I'm not parking it
f*ck a push-to-start, my phone starts it
My plug is foreign, she used to be a (?)
Happy ass n*gga look like Ken Carson
n*gga I might instigate sh*t, but I don't start sh*t
I might just whip a n*gga with the poolstick
This is alien communication, what is music?
I light a backwood, then I pull it
This sh*t a backwood, this sh*t pulling
Bro if I see the police, n*gga, I'ma pull it
n*ggas in the hellcat, this sh*t pulling
Watch out for the feds, n*gga, they're building
[Verse 3: Splitzismyname]
This ain't no fortnite, I ain't building
I feel like Michael Jackson, catching bodies is Thrilling
I'm coming down through the ceiling
I'm off a yerc right now, I ain't feeling, aye
These n*ggas b*tches like Ellen
Inn the field rocking black and white clothes like a felon
Smoking that gas in the back, they can smell it
These n*ggas Jace! in that court, they tellin
I got way too many Glocks in the sprinter
My chopper is hungry, it eat you for dinner
Too hot for these b*tches, I don't need a coat in the winter
These n*ggas be rats like Master Splitner
I feel like Vader, I am your father
Ran down on my block, now he using a walker
My money blue, this ain't no copper
Don't spam hoes, n*gga , I'm not a stalker

[Verse 4: Smokingskul]
I'm not a faggot, Luh Jay
I'm 'bouta punch a n*gga like I'm Dre
b*tch, I'm rollin' like a tre
When we slide on the opps grave
I feel like a guardian with the rocket
Feel like Joe Goldberg how I stalk it
f*ck a Will Smith-y I'ma Glock it
Shoot him in his leg, make that n*gga walk it
I got Bape on like I'm Soulja
AK hate n*ggas like Doja
I'm off perc, can't keep compusure
I'm in that backseat like I'm Rosa
Do yo homework like Lil J Mane
We knock his dreads off just like Lil Wayne
All white tracksuit 'cause I'm insane
[Verse 5: Hollowtiphero]
I'm on the beat, n*gga I'm with lil KJ
I'm finna spin his sh*t like a beyblade
Lil baby Glock, take it on a playdate
That n*gga seen a stick, made him vacate
That n*gga seen a stick, hit the high knee
Gas got me lookin' Chinese
Twin Glocks like they Siamese
Twin Glocks, so the feds can't line me
On the block, I got twin right beside me
Say he gon' slide, he ain't sliding
b*tch I'm with gang, get to sliming
With gang, finna slime out, yuh
On the block, that's my hideout, yuh
n*gga, if I'm on that come and find out, yuh
You don't got a Glock, what you tryna lie 'bout? yuh

[Verse 6: Sixoceans]
Ran up, he got sent to that white chalk
You in my gang, stay on my block
Striped out like I play for the White Sox
Ran up, he ain't leaving that white box
With Smoke in this sh*t cooking white rocks
b*tch, I'm cooking white up in that kitchen
She wanna f*ck, so then I listened
Two Glocks on me, I leave him wishing
He done got jugged and now he b*tching
Two white hoes in the car, they kissing
Kick sh*t with my twin like fifa
Don't f*ck with n*ggas (?)
b*tch, I'm not in the industry, Mia Khalifa
But i know n*ggas who would kill for that bag
b*tch, I got hollow tips loaded up in the mag
He got jugged, n*gga, man you going out sad