EBK Lyrics

Uh, aigh

Gang gang gang

Osleez

Gang

It's a cinema shittin' me

Niggas pussy they ain't doing shit

Tell the opps they can suck my dick

One six three Ganja Gang we in this bitch,

You know that we toting on sticks

Brody up it tryna air out your roster

Smoking all of the dead like a Rasta

How you die when you toting your chopper?

Niggas fake swear these niggas imposters

They like damn wait, Sleeze chill

You be bugging when you off a pill

Give 'em thirty for thirty this shit ain't a drill

If you speaking on JB, you meeting the steel,

I ain't thuggin', just keepin' it real

Damn, I lost a few real to the field,

Cause my niggas ain't hindin', they feenin' to kill

If we spot us a opp he get popped like a pill

Like, what's up? If it's up then we leaving it stuck

Count up them digits we running it up,

Got the smoochies, they dyin' to fuck

Gang in a party, we turnin' it up

Pour up duse, or a wock in my cup.

Pop me at 30, this shit got me stuck

And I dare you try callin' my bluff.

You get shot just for thinkin' you tough

Big ebk anybody get touch.

I'm moving too tact on the drill my adrenaline rush, Gotta watch my own back,

Don't know who I can trust

Dtb man I swear most these bitches be sus.

Try to line for the ops

Leave yo ass in the dust.

All these dead ops I smoke, it's a must

Keep a stichy with me, come in clutch.

I can't lack niggas hating on us

Niggas ain't on my team, they ain't playin' for us

Keep it real in the field they ain't spraying for us. Niggas cappin', they tellin', they blame it on us

Niggas rattin' know shit, get dangerous.

Niggas lit off kdeuce or that angel dust

You a goofy, man you know you can't hang with us

And my niggas war ready, ain't no staining us

Pull up big body, they know they can't bang with us

Niggas pussy they ain't doing shit

Tell the opps they can suck my dick

One six three Ganja Gang we in this bitch,

You know that we toting on sticks

Brody up it tryna air out your roster

Smoking all of the dead like a Rasta

How you die when you toting your chopper?

Niggas fake swear these niggas imposters

They like damn wait, Sleeze chill

You be bugging when you off a pill

Give 'em thirty for thirty this shit ain't a drill

If you speaking on JB, you meeting the steel,

I ain't thuggin', just keepin' it real

Damn, I lost a few real to the field,

Cause my niggas ain't hindin', they feenin' to kill

If we spot us a opp he get popped like a pill