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ebk jaaybo – the aftermath lyrics

[intro]
yeah, this the aftermath n+gga
ay, dada who we smoking on n+gga
ay yo j come make this sh+t drop

[chorus]
on 7th street with vv’s on me
name a time we run into a fly and we ain’t breath on him n+gga
pass the pole to lil rob, lil bro gon squeeze on me
the za ain’t do it but the one who sent the hit, is that my body?
ain’t even the one who got up on cuz, they think i popped him
been on a choke block so much they think that im mobbin’
(yeah) stop making all them weak ass disses n+ggas not poppin’
them hots glock poppers, we send out shot spotters n+gga

[verse]
get disrespectful when im mobbin’ through the a
smoking black in fa they ain’t died the same time but they died in the same place
(yeah, yeah) fully
they died the same way
’bout time i spin through mb i’m 8k
i f+ck with biz from 8p’s but catch the 3 ima squeeze if he in there
ezek don’t ever pop out when we outside, cuz been scared
he had no chance when them shooters got up on him
we don’t spin fair
man how the f+ck hb claiming flies? he never lived there
you broke as n+ggas putting goofies on
twanny mane ain’t pippin he in tellies eating bootyhole
gon’ beat a m&m so many times the southside market scream near street
at this point it’s just coochies that we hoopin’ on
n+gga who you hoopin’ for?
f+ck black, f+ck quak, f+ck j
fa died the worst way he took a fully to the face
still be on n street i call my 3 4’s they pressing play
and i beat squeeze ass get yo hands up
and i punched on trail face
call [?] but i ain’t have no aim that day
lil dayday really from the vista he get made boy and switch games
the boy was from the 7 in the 5 back in the day
n+ggas ain’t really from the south stop speaking on my brother name
say we ain’t spin for slow? n+gga check the score
who been spinnin’ more?
quak yo left gone come walk me down if its really smoke
the minnie name on paperwork blood, you f+cking will you know
caught wontae but my chop’ start acting up, mind you he didn’t blow
f+ck the 3, f+ck the 5, we trynna hoop
them sac’ n+ggas cl!cking one em’ so we on them n+ggas too
can’t lie, i used to throw it up but at this point it’s f+ck 2
they slid and left a buck loose, ask nice how that feel?
blood ran, left fad ain’t he the reason why he k!ll
don’t slap no songs by nb nail his b+tch ass never did a drill
f+ck old deadly, ain’t know his old ass but n+gga how that feel
shut down the yard so many times, n+gga thats our sh+t
get up close, eliminate my target, we don’t park whips
you old ass n+ggas knew you wouldn’t last so why you start this?
[chorus]
on 7th street with vv’s on me
name a time we run into a fly and we ain’t breath on him n+gga
pass the pole to lil rob, lil bro gon squeeze on me
the za ain’t do it but the one who sent the hit, is that my body?
ain’t even the one who got up on cuz, they think i popped him
been on a choke block so much they think that im mobbin’
(yeah) stop making all them weak ass disses n+ggas not poppin’
them hots glock poppers, we send out shot spotters n+gga

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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