Drugs After A Week ft. UD KID & Saint Bbaby

I got a extended mag, on the G - Lock, when I'm in a TrackHawk, I'm keepin' it tuck

Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)

I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut

Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to fuck three

Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds

It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin

I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play

At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK

Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far

Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these fuck niggas sit

I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these fuck niggas cheese watch, like they mufucken rats