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ebk young joc - looney tune lyrics

[intro]
legend made another one

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
ain’t no cap in my rap, i really done it
she said she got a fee, i ain’t no p, but, baby run it
was down on my d+ck, i turned nothin’ into somethin’
the said the party dropped, we on our way to get it jumpin’
you know how we rock
glock on me, these ain’t got safety or a de+c+ck
giddyup, b+tch, giddyup, yeah, yee+haw
okay, hold on, bring it back, let the beat drop
she said, “joc, can you be my n+gga?” i’m like i think not
no relationships
blunt to the neck, you can’t hit it, i be facin’ sh+t
no. 2 pencil with this glock, i’m erasin’ sh+t
playin’ on my phone, acting like she want it, but can’t take the d+ck
your car smoking when you pull off, you can’t race the whip
pole on me, when i go to sleep, or i take a sh+t
come up off that rollie, brodie on ’em, we’ll break your wrist
when we on the block, n0body slide, they don’t take that risk
put your cape on, if you want her, then come save this b+tch
pole on me, plus it’s one behind me, me and trey don’t slip
me and trey don’t slip
pole on me, plus it’s one behind me, me and trey don’t slip
[verse 2: ebk trey blood]
i just seen a sucker blacked out, i had to drop ski
i’ll shoot a n+gga, then shoot a vid, i just call ski
before a sucker k!ll me off the juice, i might od
i’ll slap a n+gga, and take his chain, i’m his og
ayy, ayy, i’m a big dog
i just caught a sucker out of bounds, now i’m p+ssed off
police n+gga tryna rap, oh, he rick ross
b+tches wanna f+ck with no bucks, baby, get lost
b+tches wanna f+ck with no fee, i’m like “what the f+ck?”
you a dummy if you think we bout to knuckle up
if the boys ever get behind me, better buckle up
cause imma get to speedin’ in the whip, really cuttin’ up
ayy, ayy, this a rollercoaster
your dead homie in the grave prolly turnin’ over
every n+gga with me play with chops, we some real soldiers
this ain’t no fake designer baby, these the real loafers
this ain’t no fake perc, n+gga, these the real ‘scripts
i ain’t never been on vacation, but take field trips
you probably never seen no dog food, but this a real brick
every time you slide, somebody+ shh, and that’s real sh+t

- ebk young joc lyrics

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