Testo Apocalypse - EBK Jaaybo
Testo della canzone Apocalypse (EBK Jaaybo), tratta dall'album Apocalypse - Single
Yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Two one nigga, it's that two one nigga?
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, yeah, yeah
I ain't fuckin' with no opp niggas
My brother fuckin' with the mini, I can't rock with him
Don't hit my phone about this either 'cause I pop niggas
Bang and yang, but he's not political, he is not with us
I've been on the biggest nigga move, and I'm a Glock lifter
A shot sender and I'm spankin' any mob member
And that, I just poured up some Wock', this is not liquor
Hey, brother, get up on that ho, and I'm going to knock, sister
Fuck the mob, I told y'all to keep my name out of y'all - licker's
Think y'all gon' do me like I'm Jay? I am not Mr. (ay, look)
It's poles in this load, drive the right way
You on the slide-down cut, you ain't even come the right way
Don't make me come and purchase town homes, bitch, we 5k, yeah, ay
And we drop the fly
You want to bang gang, go participate in a homicide
Drop skeezy, murders on my conscience left me traumatized
I found out I was a killer, should've seen the look in mama's eyes
Hey, but I'm a trained stepper
Swap the 17 for G30, 'cause she is way wetter
Keep your bitch on top of all these hos, and she gon' pay better
My ho caught me fuckin' on the square, I think I fucked up
My fat bitch pay better than my dime, she gettin' bumped up
A BBL back there, she got a butt butt
Ooh-wee, I feel like Young Shlobey
I just caught a, ah, at the store without his gun on him
No matter if those boys aren't near, they gon' come for me
If you could put the bag in hand, I got a butt for you
Free Max, when you come home, I got a slut for you
Ain't realism, lil' nigga ain't even touched Oregon
Bought a crate, but finna had the bitch pick it up
Ain't got a body, you ain't gang until you get one
Been in and out for four years, I'm tryna live it up
And I'm gon' get a girlfriend before I kick the curb
Look, bitch
Dada picked me up, I got some hos online
Males shootin', we both shootin', plus I'm blowin' mine
The black can make you CO deadly if you smokin', right?
Roll the black, roll the, ah, yeah, we smokin' flies, ay
Mind you, I just left to pee and I ain't see a thing
Went in a hood, bitch raw, she pulled a Billie Jean
I thought I rode a different sucker, but it still was Blizz (but it still was Blizz)
Blizzy
Ay, fuck niggas, I stay prepared, it's the apocalypse
Pop the bitch, I can't get a pass, that's how we politic
He dropped his clip, I'm Calandri, I think I spot the bitch
You hoppin' in or hoppin' out, you're acting' like a bitch
Pop the nigga, then I blocked him, 'cause he might tell
A nigga speaks on little sleeves, we're doing five drills
Don't throw the sh- down, you never got a fly-kill
Separate me from the fake 'cause I'ma die real
Two, one
Jaayz
Treat me like your revenge, should we do it again?
I trade the foreign
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Writer(s): Jaymani Aareon Gorman
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