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yagi b - eos lyrics

ahh
free gang, free fetty
i′m off this sh+t, like

it’s lit
free gang, doa
huh

said what he said, ain′t no takin’ it back (at all)
two deep, no v, two straps
brodie on timing like, f+ck all the chat
tell me where the f+ck these n+ggas at?
diss jb, i ain’t tryna relax (at all)
send the e to leave him when he lack
when you walkin′, gotta watch your back
always smokin′ dee, that boy a rat
ten+plus hitters with me, i ain’t change up (at all)
only difference, i just got my change up
blazin′ for marky, i’m giving out face shots
that′s for any n+gga tryna play hot
brodie we itching to spin on they side
like a kid when you tell ’em its playtime
what, what?
like a kid when you tell ′em its playtime

i call treeshes, you get rocked like a baby
henny for lenny and b+tter for jb
keep a g+lock it came with no safety
throw up a o, you know i’ma drop it
how you ootin when you don’t got no knockers?
i ain′t smoking on caine, cause that n+gga block work
i can′t wait ’til i run into blockwork
i′ma run up, turn him into block work (blockwork)

wonder why n+ggas thinking they 50? (ahh)
still ain’t get back and i′m dancing like diddy
different breed, like who f+ckin’ with me?
catch keem, don′t need me a sitchy
beam on his back, ain’t no runnin’ like ricky
i′ma shoot up the party, i spot me a silly
got a baddie, she get in and take it like nicki
i don′t like cardi but shorty too mixy
shorty shorty, she bugging, she making it jiggy
ain’t no driving the boat, tell her pop her a skittle
i see i see these bullets gone f+ck up his mental
for jb, i′m ballin’ but i never dribbled
spot a o and i′m on ’em, call me, i get wick+o

shots to his face, give him a concussion
go out like keem, got hit in his m+ffin
think i′m p+ssy, i ain’t with the bluffin
nas wit’ the .40, you know he gon′ dust ′em
pop me a perky, like pop, we gon’ brush ′em
smoking on jb come with repercussions
know we on but we still gon’ bust ′em
you ain’t spin my block, stop bluffin
hop in the wraith, see the stars, she bustin

if it′s up then it’s stuck, we ain’t deading sh+t
it′s jb to the streets, i′m the red of sh+t (like, what?)
watch what you say, you could die for some petty sh+t
pourin’ fours on four, on no medicine (like, what?)
got my dawg for this war, i′ma veteran (like, what?)
spin while i’m outside, i bet he won′t spin again (like)
k!ll a k!ller, i bet he won’t k!ll again (like, what?)
pop me a perky, it boost my adrenaline (grrah+grrah)

eos, every opp shot
i′m spinnin’ through, we just been causin’ a crisis (grrah grrah)
all o′s, isis (all o′s shot)
big ebk, we not doing no fightin’ (grrah grrah)

bullets+bullets start hittin′, they harder then tyson
drippin’ so much that it spread like a virus
said he want smoke then its cool, we can light it
feds on my ass, hope i don′t get indicted
dougie the makk, he gon’ get it
yagi b on the road to the riches
you a hitter but you never hit sh+t
pour me a pint, this sh+t got me p+ssin
throw up the o, get an o in your back like tatum
know he not trendy, i fade him
aiden in the cut totin′ on a uh
no, i don’t need him but he still a dub
i fell in love with the nine with the lemon squeeze
said she fallin’ in love with my remedy
in the streets, i′ma keep the same energy
ten toes, i ain′t never folded
if that n+gga snitchin’ then he gotta go
and it′s still free mo, movin’ all these loads
and i′m get back gang, i’ll take your soul
you know that i′m ’bout it, i ain’t gotta show, p+ssy

and you know that i′m ′bout it, i ain’t gotta show

- yagi b lyrics

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