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lirik lagu ebk glizzo - no way

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[verse 1: ebk glizzo]
name ring bells, no jingle
hop out with a desert eagle
ebk, my body really lethal
n~ggas be fake, these b~tches be too see through
line who? i got my g2
they don’t really wanna see me creep through
i ain’t fearin’ no man, n~gga, you bleed how i bleed too
they be knowin’ how a n~gga rock
and they know how we get on that block
spin through, hit a n~gga with the knock
simple, like a pimple get him popped
push up on me and watch that n~gga drop
circle my pz, we hit him in his top
catch kay g, up it and flock
spin to the til, like, n~gga, you a liar
spot me a swervo, n~gga, i’ma fire
sha stackzz, hit with the tire
catch turtle pin him on a flyer
i still darе a n~gga try to try us
on that block, michael myers
i ain’t playin’, n~ggas time еxpired
boomer got clocked out, he retire
smokin’ on studda got me even higher
like, like, up it and cl!ck
don’t you run up on me i’ma glitch
free my n~ggas sittin’, doin’ bids
like, first opp seen, my n~ggas got him hit
n~ggas lucky we ain’t hit his chin
keep on ballin’ ‘til my n~ggas win
and the way we sit ‘em on the bench, you should’ve cl!cked up on, when i did
like, shh, got shot, he was yellin’ “my hip”
gotta keep it on me on the hip
free the bros, really takin’ that risk
like, first [?], upped it and cl!ck
had it on me, walkin’ with a limp
spin through the 4 i’m clearin’ the fence
heard it’s a vid’, i’m makin’ that event
do it doley, do it by myself
i ain’t never ever needed help
run down, really givin’ n~ggas belt
chest shot, now them n~ggas top the shelf
tried to run, stupid, dummy fell
back out, give them n~ggas every sh~ll
[verse 2: doso g]
look
they know we got the town, if you try push up then we layin’ ‘em down
look, we don’t f~ck with no hounds, if you droppin’ that sh~t you get put in the pound
like, .40 on me she loud
look, i [?] the boy in the clouds
they never post up when his brother was found
and f~ck all of the opps, know they tired of me now
look, i know mama proud of me now, so f~ck it, i’m tryna run up a hunned
ain’t ‘bout that bread then she know i’ma dub it
aim at his head, boom, bucket
look, the opps on my line tell ‘em [?] it, the same n~ggas that ain’t never hurt n0body
all the guys, n~gga, i had a [?]
sixteen, tryna burrow holes in his body
had to get off that road it was rocky
i’m right back to it, i can’t let them stop me
real sh~t, gotta run up that guapy
‘ville sh~t, n~gga, this sh~t’ll het slimy
slimed out, keep that blixky beside me
a lotta opp n~ggas seen me and got cl!cked on
try to slide on that block with my sitch drawn
just caught a opp on the strip and he dipped off
everything dead, that n~gga shot, if he lit with them n~ggas then he on the list
sh~t get me fed, them n~ggas popped and they missin’ they brodie, like, get off our d~ck
and he just made his bed so now when we catch him we teach him a lesson and lay in the spliff
throw shots then we fled, don’t f~ck with no wesson’s, i love that g~lock ‘cause i like how it kick
call up ebk leek up, n~gga, that’s the rip
opp n~ggas can’t see us when we in that whip
just know it’s five percent up on the tint
we spot a amg he gettin’ benched
he send the lo’ then we just gon’ get rid of him, like, we gon’ catch him ‘cause he wanna diss
heard he on [?], hop out and we blitz, like, dumb n~gga went out for a b~tch
now they homie dead in a ditch, he a joker
i know he mad his bestfriend on the poster
like, for that bread he got hit with that toaster
she said she tryna get lit off mimosas
julio, d’usse, know she comin’ over
got in my crib and hit that on my sofa
her sh~t was fat when she bent that sh~t over, like
after i was done, she top me now, i beat the p~ssy up ‘cause she was poppin’ it
don’t call my line ‘bout the merch you ain’t coppin’ it
if you tryna work, lock it in
never would i ever f~ck with the opposites
put him in a he~rs~ he was poppin’ sh~t
look, i know them bullets hurt
hospital, how he end up in the dirt? body you
[verse 3: ebk leek]
n~ggas gon’ hate, they ain’t stoppin’ the pace
boomer he block, i ain’t coppin’ the eighth
like, quay caught a shot to the~, uh, uh, quay caught a shot to the face
couple brothers is g, i ain’t droppin’ the rake
free the whole crew, man down on blake
smoke white savv ‘til n~ggas in outer sp~ce
boomer got boomed, they took him outta place
smoke fatboy, that n~gga losin’ weight
i hit the dice game like roller skates
i’m throwin’ everything just ‘bout the 8s
i heard ‘bout studda, smoke him to the face
catch him in these buildings, n~gga, it ain’t safe
we catch a amg, that’s yellow tape
uh, free blitz they took him out the game
we get to shootin’ n~ggas like we caine
don’t need a pill when i go on a drill like, f~ck it, i’m drillin’ off of pain
don’t take a risk, you is not for the gang
free jooodak he knocked for the set
better not drop my sh~t n~ggas dyin’ for less
all my opps caught shots to the chest
i bet them n~ggas runnin’ outta breath
when we get to steppin’ n~ggas bringin’ death


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