EBK

Uh, aigh Gang gang gang Osleez Gang It's a cinema shittin' me Niggas pussy they ain't doing shit Tell the opps they can suck my dick One six three Ganja Gang we in this bitch, You know that we toting on sticks Brody up it tryna air out your roster Smoking all of the dead like a Rasta How you die when you toting your chopper? Niggas fake swear these niggas imposters They like damn wait, Sleeze chill You be bugging when you off a pill Give 'em thirty for thirty this shit ain't a drill If you speaking on JB, you meeting the steel, I ain't thuggin', just keepin' it real Damn, I lost a few real to the field, Cause my niggas ain't hindin', they feenin' to kill If we spot us a opp he get popped like a pill Like, what's up? If it's up then we leaving it stuck Count up them digits we running it up, Got the smoochies, they dyin' to f*ck Gang in a party, we turnin' it up Pour up duse, or a wock in my cup. Pop me at 30, this shit got me stuck And I dare you try callin' my bluff. You get shot just for thinkin' you tough Big ebk anybody get touch. I'm moving too tact on the drill my adrenaline rush, Gotta watch my own back, Don't know who I can trust Dtb man I swear most these bitches be sus. Try to line for the ops Leave yo ass in the dust. All these dead ops I smoke, it's a must Keep a stichy with me, come in clutch. I can't lack niggas hating on us Niggas ain't on my team, they ain't playin' for us Keep it real in the field they ain't spraying for us. Niggas cappin', they tellin', they blame it on us Niggas rattin' know shit, get dangerous. Niggas lit off kdeuce or that angel dust You a goofy, man you know you can't hang with us And my niggas war ready, ain't no staining us Pull up big body, they know they can't bang with us Niggas pussy they ain't doing shit Tell the opps they can suck my dick One six three Ganja Gang we in this bitch, You know that we toting on sticks Brody up it tryna air out your roster Smoking all of the dead like a Rasta How you die when you toting your chopper? Niggas fake swear these niggas imposters They like damn wait, Sleeze chill You be bugging when you off a pill Give 'em thirty for thirty this shit ain't a drill If you speaking on JB, you meeting the steel, I ain't thuggin', just keepin' it real Damn, I lost a few real to the field, Cause my niggas ain't hindin', they feenin' to kill If we spot us a opp he get popped like a pill