EBK 3 Lyrics

Only time I drop a five is when my window isn't up

Ain't no strikers, baby, I just like my windows tinted up

Niggas see me and they freeze, I got they engines givin' up

Waka Flocka, catch him in the paint and hit him with a dunk

Big ol' choppas, hit all in the face and leave yo shit in chunks

Give out shit bags or depression, kick back leave em in a funk

Used to pray for this shit, then I turn myself into a boss

Fuck that wait to turn shit, I got in and passed myself the ball

What it is, what it ain't, fuck your kin and whatchya claim

Fuck your gang, whatchyu bang? I got K's for everything

Press a button, I can make him do that shit for Lil' Saint

Over / under, they say face shots are worth a lil' more change

Dr. Strange, we been outside flippin' shit and pullin' capes

You ain't even gotta die today, we might just run a fade

I'm tryna bang out, fists or sticks, I'm bout to bare arms either way

Last nigga tried it

Last nigga tried it, they still don't know if that boy DOA

I don't plead shit but the fifth, I got my lawyer on the case

I don't need shit but a fist, still got my blower on the way

It ain't shit to let that bitch off if I think you up to somethin

This a Glock nigga, who told yo dumbass you could run from em?

This shit ain't a legal stick, yeah this bitch come with dumb buttons

I ain't never miss my mark, know that you can't run forever

And my shot group tight as hell, I don't suggest y'all run together

I don't do pounds in the mail no more, I get them charted in

Got me feelin' like Big Meech, I think I might sell hard again