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ebk jaaybo, ebk pig & ebk leebo - top rank gz lyrics

[intro: ebk leebo]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
yeah, ayy, ayy
ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy
yeah, yeah
yeah, ayy
ayy, yeah
leebo
yeah, ayy, look

[verse 1: ebk leebo]
ayy roll that blacc up, roll that los up, baby pick one (yeah)
your n+gga in that lil’ body benz, b+tch this the big one (that lil’ ass sh+t)
put your hands smooth in the air, b+tch this a stick up (ayy put ’em up)
clean up, on aisle eight, ready for pick up (go pick that n+gga up)
yeah, i shot the f+ck out him (yeah)
i watched him twitch after (i watched him twitch)
catch him loafin’ with his kids it do not matter (it don’t matter)
swapped the a for the drac’ ’cause it’s way better (good sh+t)
thought he was safe, shaked his hand, he got faced after (he got faced)
from thе ‘gates, if you play know we’ll come aftеr (3 block, yeah, gz, jz)
trade the semi for a fully ’cause it’s way faster (yeah)

[verse 2: ebk pig]
n+ggas better stop poppin’ it (shut up b+tch)
while y’all was hoppin’ in that booth when bodies dropped, i was droppin’ sh+t (i was+ ah, yeah)
i’m from the g b+tch, don’t mix me in your politics (f+ck suckers n+gga)
they’re like “that pig n+gga step” they know how i get (they know, they know i spin through)
i better not hear a fly b+tch say sh+t
n+gga you better watch your lips the montclairs come broad day (the montclairs come broad day)
we ain’t gotta wait ’til six, i send my dog on that drill my assist (we ain’t gotta wait ’til six n+gga, [?] n+gga)
it’s 9 a.m. we’ve been sittin’ on this n+gga since like six (since the sun up)
i don’t do the hit or miss, he critical if it’s attempt (if it’s attempt n+gga)
them n+ggas left with no souls, my n+ggas left with some vic’s (my n+ggas left with some vic’s)
draks stand over gang, i could vouch brother sick (i know my brother like that, n+gga)
he was tryna play dead, i filled him up, b+tch you ain’t sl!ck (you ain’t, yeah)
tribe n+gga got popped and i was there on lil nick (on lil nick, n+gga)
the gbgz know i’m comin’, my brother know how i get (my brother know how i get)
ain’t get the chance to pop my door, i was blowin’ through the tint (i was blowin’ through the window)
i got skits on the 98 and 10 (i got skits on all them blocks n+gga)
catch a n+gga on that court, i’ma go up by the rim
and it’s f+ck the whole p but that don’t go for uncle jim, gz ([?] n+gga)
[verse 3: ebk jaaybo]
through 98 no donk’s here, yeah this a b+tch block
dunked on a n+gga, crept up close to get the basket like i’m chris bosh
dropped on him every time he left his crib, made him switch spots
ayy, g gang, ayy that back door open
know a few asian pirus, i know a few samoans
was mad at myself after the skit, i shoulda got up closer
got the switch dirty so i’m rockin’ dracy for the moment
embarrassed that his homie died a b+tch so he don’t even post him
huh? ayy hop out, we some weirdos
y’all still ain’t slid for that dead n+gga, it’s been a year bro
them n+ggas bunk, i can’t name a hood in the jity that fear the 4’s
opps made another song, you see how they did lil los
the fully+the fully jam but i’m a pro with this b+tch
lil’ bro just made the news, we sittin’ sippin’ tris watchin’ the skit
these n+ggas got me hot i’m posted up on nightingale with vic
from seventh street, i always raise my hand and volunteer to spin
yeah, that’s what you supposed to do
keep sayin’ brother name, like n+ggas playin’ games, i’m standin’ over dudes
i’m not shootin’ from no corners, gales i gotta get up close to shoot
on montclair with vvs like lil nick, n+gga
was masked up but they just know that he had pig with ’em
went and grabbed one, then grabbed another n+gga so it hit different
micro drac’, it hold 7.62’s so when you shoot him he gon’ flinch, n+gga
hopped out foreign wearin’ skeezy, i’m a trench n+gga
g+block

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