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Gzz 2
EBK Pig
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Rell made this beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You ain't no certified stepper 'till you smoke a certified killer
And if I could, I would smoke him and spit on him, I don't like niggas
Slipping through the tribe with it
Serve through every street 'til we find niggas
Yeah, pump brake, jump out, and get on him, this shit regular
Should've seen what they was posting when he died, they was hella hurt
(Yeah, yeah) and I can't lie, they brought me pain, but they felt it first
The Grim Reaper from my section
And if I die and go to hell, I ain't worried 'bout thะต devil 'cause I met him, G
Last timะต I tried to-, I can't speak on that
Your brother died, we screaming "aha" 'cause you can't see him laugh
Brother met me halfway with the body, I'm respecting that
You shoot at me and miss, I'm gon', I'm gon' turn into a animal
Still was making niggas run when I ain't have a pole
Feds snatched me up, they tryna tell me that I snatched a soul
(Yeah, yeah) shit, all I know is I don't know what went down
Now they think it's us every time it's bodies in the South
(Yeah, yeah) my, mind, ain't the same, nigga
Monster Born, I'm posted on the court with the grave diggers
Told her I gotta slide for pops, this the reason I'm a gang member
(Yeah, yeah) and until we do that, I'm gon' remain singing
(Yeah, yeah) jump out, tweaking like I'm off the percy
But I'm sober
Don't need drugs or no music when I'm surging
Turn off your phone, could close your mouth? I like it silent when I'm purging
You shoot him, it's respected
Every time, you ain't gotta do it perfect
All this sliding need detergent for my cleats
And since you love your block so much, we gon' grab you in yo' street
Yank up and get his mama gone that's how I feel about E
RRari world, Kasino World, before I rest my eyes to sleep, I'm gon' creep, G's
Yeah, I can't cap about it
My mama like, "Son, I know you slide, but why you rap about it?"
I tell her left, right and let the feds think I cap about it
Ain't gotta say too much, y'all seen the way they fan me
You ain't no certified stepper 'till you smoke a certified killer
And if I could, I would smoke him and spit on him, I don't like niggas
Slipping through the tribe with it
Serve through every street 'til we find niggas
Pump brake, jump out, and get on him, this shit regular
Should've seen what they was posting when he died, they was hella hurt
(Yeah, yeah) and I can't lie, they brought me pain, but they felt it first, yeah
The Grim Reaper from my section
And if I die and go to hell, I ain't worried 'bout the devil 'cause I met him
I don't fuck with fly niggas, I'm a G member
I tote the Drac' 'cause when I bounce out, I'm tryna eat, nigga
And if he ain't never wiped a nose, nigga, you won't see me with him
And they know who walked up, it was them G niggas
Hot boy, bounce out, make 'em freeze, nigga
And I ain't gotta break him off, I make squeeze get him
But I am not saving no nigga
Spoke on the G's that bitch gleek, now he gone nigga
Dead block, I feel a ghost in it
Ain't come outside with your strap? Gales, what's wrong with you?
I hear my name in a song, I'm doing home visits
And Squeeze shoot Rob inside, I brought a clone with me
And you won't see me in that building, ain't no pole on me
Yank up and snatch one, ain't no soul in me
Bitch, I'm smiling on that skit, yeah, what's wrong with me?
Gzz, Gzz, G block
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