5K Lyrics – EBK Jaaybo

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[Intro]
Real Bad Man
Aye, aye G Block baby, n!gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
How do it feel knowing that your homies dying over nothing
Swing that baby ARP all in public
Since 13 I been stepping, yeah walking n!ggas down showing no remorse
Caught me one that never leave the house, you still ain’t leave the porch
The Drac shoot n!ggas, you ain’t heard about the last n!gga that I did
Weird on Granny, I done I left Two victims

Hop out the strike, strike down his block with Two pistols
Fu*k a Three, fu*k a Two and I drop Fives in every city
Go ask Waunte for the tribe, he gon’ tell you I get busy
Threw a 30 back and popped another one ’cause it ain’t hit me
Tryna catch one with my TIO and lock it in with him
Janky a fag, why y’all ain’t X him out the hood he pulled a Diddy
Expensive fashion jumped out in Dior’s, I was looking clean
Four nickels, slammed a n!gga on his head like he got DDT’d
Draks got jumpshot, chopped a pu*sy n!gga shooting from the Three
Pushed up, he ain’t wanna throw his Threes he was copping please
She gon’ give the bag to me ’cause she love me
Checking trap from this lil cougar b!tch, I ain’t Dougie
Poured a 4 in a blue Mountain Dew, I like them muddy
Been in the South for four years, still ain’t met a n!gga hard enough to touch me
Caught a opp on Scribner street and dropped a hundred
Kasino world, went and had to get up on that for my brother
Ain’t got my mask but they was there so I’m like fu*k it
Blocked the opp numbers, b!tch don’t FaceTime me unless we bumping
Got pictures throwing G’s when I was 3 years old, I been thugging
Score 4 to 1 they still ain’t got back for that boy, n!ggas rubbish
Hellcat this a SRT, they ain’t catching this
Smoked they homie, they ain’t get the message, we came back again
Arguing with Kai like, “Bro I think I got the better skits” he looked at me like, “N!gga who you think you better than. We all step on s*it n!gga, that’s how it be.”
Never drive unless I’m driving bouncing out, that’s the type of s*it I’m with
Can’t find a hot car, I’m bouncing out my Benz

Slap them plates off, Gales you know I’m with that gangster s*it
Driving through like I’m tryna order food, but I’m on that
Spoke on the G’s, same day he took a dome tap
We done smoked a few Crips but we don’t do it by no red flags
Don’t get no passes ’cause you B’s, you could still get the belt
That green light s*it bring nightmares, why Wheezy get the belt
He got popped and disspop, you shoulda dissed them n!ggas Gales
Don’t gotta bring my 4 n!ggas, I could spin a fly myself
Through Oak Park with lil Leebo, we ain’t see nobody else
I put a couple n!ggas up, I know I’m going straight to hell
Told Dee Boy when he shoot the A, let the neck catch the shell that’s a shell catcher
This b!tch gon’ tear them bands off and I just met her, ain’t she perfect for me
See my opp brother die, I was hurting for him
Sike, don’t it hurt b!tch, bounce out shooting everybody out there like this was my first skit
Ain’t get this rank for nothing Gales, J’s I had to earn this
Smoke a n!gga, at the house with the same blick he got burnt with
Last 7 skits used a switch, on my Daddy I ain’t miss
Real killer my lil n!ggas get DP when they miss
Aye them b!tches jam, G’s I don’t fu*k with vector clips they just look nice
Threw the 45 clip in the Drac, he click ’cause it look right
Spin they s*it I’m tryna see what n!ggas hood like
They got Dracs we got Dracs, Gales this gon’ be a good fight
She gave me head ’cause she pay me, had a good night
Left the house then got spanked before you crossed the street, look twic
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