Ebk lyrics

[Intro]
Gang,gang,gang
(CBG c*ck back gang n*ggas know what the f*ck goin on man)
Gang aye lil Stewie dis this b*tch
(GentleBeatz)
Gang

[Chorus,lil J4]
Keep dis pistol on my side in case a n*gga watchin’ me
She don’t pray to god when she on her knees she eatin’ meat
You ain’t ready for the life you need to get from out da streets
We can’t shoot from out dis ride I guarantee we get on feet
In dis rushin’ can go shoot dis b*tch sound like Japanese
All my n*ggas steppin’ know it ain’t no pus*y in our genes
pus*y whatchu reppin’ ?
You don’t even know what dat sh*t mean
I’m in 30 seconds lurkin’ trynna put sum on a screen

[Verse 1, Lil J4]
I got bigger dreams
These hoes trynna f*ck they see dats mе
Come get rid of me
Dеy ain’t trynna slide these n*ggas sweet
We don’t duck no beef
When I see yo face we meet and greet
f*ck my enemies
Why you clutch yo gun? Cause i’m on beat
Even b*tches know we spinnin’
We the ones do all da killin’
And she wanna come to CBG she know dem n*ggas winnin’
And I know i’m goin to hell I pray to God but i be sinnin’
(and I know i’m goin to hell I pray to God but i be sinnin’)
[Verse 2,1Wayy4xx]
Hol on Stew why they flaggin’ like they don’t know what we do?
Hit up a few
(dis a 2 door b*tch we still slide out the coupe)
Dis a 2 man talkin’ 2 man only 2 man when we shoot
Out the window and out the roof
Dey must think dey bullet proof
Think it’s magic the way im clappin’ he get hit I make em’ poof
Casamigos for da freak hoes
Me and bro nem off a boof
f*ck 43rd we bendin curves like what the f*ck n*ggas go do
He got choppa dat hold 100 but go put 4 nicc on you

[Verse 3, Lil J4]
Dey know dis sh*t get tragic dis way if you play you lay
Bro nem on that ride we see dat b*tch again he go spray
I ain’t gotta say too much but bro just copped a brand new drac
Crackas hit the lights we do the race dey need to free Tay-K
Dudey yous a b*tch you don’t dat number add a K when dey swung dat switch you was runnin’ round and hoppin gates
Yus said who can’t come back to dat hood ?
pus*y ass n*gga who can’t ?
FatHead b*tch so what you finna say ? Cause you ain’t take a thing
Dats on A4 grave you woulda played i’ll buss a n*gga brain
Why the f*ck y’all claimin’ d’s and d’s ain’t f*ck wit A4Trey?
(But y’ll know how he get cause he was stampin’ sh*t for A4Nay)
n*ggas cliquin’ up y’all gay as f*ck how the f*ck y’all Glizzy Gang ?
[Chorus,lil J4]
Keep dis pistol on my side in case a n*gga watchin’ me
She don’t pray to god when she on her knees she eatin’ meat
You ain’t ready for the life you need to get from out da streets
We can’t shoot from out dis ride I guarantee we get on feet
In dis rushin’ can go shoot dis b*tch sound like Japanese
All my n*ggas steppin’ know it ain’t no pus*y in our genes
pus*y whatchu reppin’ ?
You don’t even know what dat sh*t mean
I’m in 30 seconds lurkin’ trynna put sum on a screen

[Outro, 1way4xx]
(Trynna put sum on a screen n*gga)