Can't Save Me

“Can’t Save Me” EBK Jaaybo – Lyrics The preacher see me and he walk the other way he know he can’t save me speak to my n***as like they donkeys from the G My n***as ain’t babies This big bitch hit everybody by itself Gales i aint aiming It sound like when the drac shakin Gon pop an opp before perc gales my mind gone Know these n***as 5-0 Its fucked up we’re still gon slide more Wish death upon you N****a die slow Can’t sleep peacefully at night until his eyes close I do walk throughs with Satan they are not godly Step through for surely with some maney if I popped him Bend a right and let me out here I think that I spot him Opp n***a hit me boutta fade he think that im Rocky clap it up This n***a made me mad as f*ck It ain’t hard to get a b on your belt Grab you one We popped this kid now he don’t exist he never had a son Pop a opp, switch fits Hit the crib then laugh it up Act like I ain’t tag him up But I don’t need the credit for it Almost got put to sleep his maggot ass ain’t have his weapon on him Flopping like a fish took every shot when I was steppin on him Ain’t never slid with me so Gales ain’t never smokin what I’m smokin Pick rose and rob up cause we done bent a block before I had to cut the homie off cause he ain’t sending shots no more How she run off with the trap and you don’t penalize the hoe I treat the bitch like the opps do my thug then get on Homicides and kickdoors This a murder operation He talkin like he demon gales he ain’t never talked to Satan These shots meant to kill God can’t help the paramedics save him Then swap him for another pole before they trace it Reckless when we chased him we don’t want him here no more Left the house ready to shoot but when he died didn’t get to blow Can’t funk with these n***as no more They talkin too much on these phones On the gram talkin bout a n***a that you know we popped What the f*ck you n***as on It’s fucked up I’m still gon slide on them Mad as f*ck I left the drac But I can’t dwell on that right now I slide and put the 9 on him I put that fire on him Think he that man that flying shit I put that iron on him Got his bro calling 9-1-1 like help me please he’s dying on me And if that body ain’t somebody then n***a I don’t want it But it ain’t shit just strap them cleats hit their block and find a donkey I might just hang my jersey up when I finally smoke him This stupid hoe smoked too much dope and I can’t ride with smokey Yea im smurkish slap my sucka music when I’m ridin on him Sometimes I wish my pops was here when I slide it get lonely My guys even phony I can’t trust these n***as Gon f*ck him over with fully before I f*ck with n***as And I don put the grim reaper on a couple n***as The preacher see me and he walk the other way he know he can’t save me speak to my n***as like they donkeys from the G My n***as ain’t babies This big bitch hit everybody by itself Gales i aint aiming It sound like when the drac shakin Gon pop an opp before perc gales my mind gone Know these n***as 5-0 Its fucked up we’re still gon slide more Wish death upon you N****a die slow Can’t sleep peacefully at night until his eyes close