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ebk jaaybo - g block baby lyrics

[intro]
(ay ecko turn it up)
yeah yeah
two one
g block baby mhm aye, two one
yeah, okay, g block baby, certified stepper
yeah, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
g block baby, certified stepper
no certain block i wiggle through, i’m spinnin’ through whatever
i threw some grease inside my b+tch, and it start shootin’ better
before i tote a glock with stock, i’ll wear some sketchers
yeah yеah, before i f+ck a broke b+tch i’ll hang mysеlf
your brother died because of you, don’t blame n0body else
yeah yeah, step step, the worse feeling that they’ll ever feel
aim it higher than his shoulder pads and make his helmet melt
yeah, already on that with the city
pushin’ up on every load lil brodie on that with the bl!cky
free maxx, don’t even act like he ain’t on for drillin’ with me
can’t name the last time the n+gga had a semi
used the crumbs and pennies, now its gle vibes when we ride through
sad that his brother got snaked and he got slimed too
yeah yeah, done bent this block all day, i still can’t find dude
and still was ridin’ round with chop when i was 5’2
yeah, adolescence but still had my weapon
eliminate a n+gga quick, had the corners dress him
one body, two body, y’all still ain’t get the message?
three bodies, four bodies, we gon’ keep steppin, yeah
and i’m gon’ keep revvin’ seventh street baby
said she had the bag for me, let the freaks pay me, yeah
i could push up with a glock, i don’t need drakey
there ain’t no comin’ out this water, i’m in deep baby
the south east janky, them hotboiiz cold
never gon’ stop droppin’ my flys (yeah, yeah) ’til we smoke some more (yeah)
finna go post up on that block, i ain’t postin’ bro
thinkin’ bout my two ones got me sentimental
left right its me and… bouncin’ out the rental
don’t do accidental shootin’, hit your target, pretty simple
got perfect aim? god on your side, if i didn’t hit you
yeah yeah, when you died, they didn’t slide, them n+ggas didn’t miss you
them n+ggas didn’t spin through, that’s on the dead homies
the homie sleepin’, it’s somebody went to bed for it
if some of the homies didn’t switch, i woulda fed more
but it’s f+ck n+ggas, every body k!lla
you been on one drill, you is not a k!lla
smile on my face when i’m slidin’, i just love the feelin’
yeah yeah, come stomp through any n+gga block

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