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stand over music - ebk jaaybo lyrics

[intro]
(bro you n*ggas*) g block
(you look mad bro like) 7th street n*gga
(you n*ggas is*) the general
(go do it) fly 800k, n*gga
(go p*ss on the grave bro and post the video)
(cause b*tch since you n*ggas acting h*lla hard) yea
(me, i’ma do it, i’ma p*ss on* homie grave, on the sword)
i’ll shoot you when you turn 16, n*gga
(b*tch i’m posting ya, on my dead homies, n*gga)
stand over music
(now watch n*gga, you think i’m playing n*gga wait till i find out where they at)

[chorus]
aye, aye, aye, popped a n*gga ’cause he troll me i don’t play like that
‘gon swing the striker through they sh*t every time they make me mad
spent a bag on poles, did a show and madе it back
seen a opp and spit on him, this the same way the dracky act
i found that b*tch thе same day the n*gga p*ssed me off
a real donkey from my block, jaaybo kicked it off
them 6 shots speak itself i ain’t miss at all
if cuh ain’t wanna die for this sh*t, then why he get involved
go get a body of your own, then speak to me
gales not no stepper, he ain’t ever shot no switch, he need semi
lost my brother, and i know it f*cked me up ’cause it ain’t hit me
don’t even trip, i love you more, you know your baby bro ‘gon get him
caught a tribe n*gga, left him with a zip like a ounce of weed
it was dark but the flash to the drac’ can make it hard to see
hit county punching n*ggas faces, i ain’t marleybee
you know something getting touched if n*ggas hopping in the car with me
[verse]
been bouncing out since 15, i got h*lla scenes
the way i shot the n*gga with the fully switch was h*lla clean
told bro don’t play with the draks, i’ll turn to melly, g’z
and everyone know twaney got no skits, so we don’t let him speak, g’z
aye, n*gga, n0body say a thing, they call me draks but i popped out today with baby a
pushed the bro aside when we got on like, “aye, i need my sp*ce”
the chop bulky i’m shooting like i ain’t got no aim
wasn’t even 6’2 but i had .62s, they call me dirty draks
tapped my first face as a pup, i’m really ebk
got the most scenes so the homies let me talk this way
but f*ck los, we speaking ’bout him when he checked out
just was done warning jblacc, they a mess now
janky a f*ggot, still be walking with his chest out
he known for sucking d*ck and talking sh*t, he got the best mouth
the last two doa, they are not responsive
the first one ain’t no joke be prepared, it’s ‘gon be on your conscious
popped the tribe n*gga they look up to, jaaybo really popping
this rapping sh*t ain’t change sh*t, k!lling n*ggas still a option
the youngest stepper from my hood, popping north n*ggas
leebo like, “we through there or we not” i’m like, “of course n*gga”
and bro was bouncing out right beside me, ain’t have to force figures
aye, and i can name ’bout 6 that’s dead, we need more victims
say osama name, sh*t ‘gon greasy like i’m tio
they say i’m f*cking up the politics, f*cking with the 4
this is the g, you need something, n*gga let me know
keep playing sick, we ‘gon come and drop a bucket, frisco in a hoe
could f*ck up the politics ’cause i face n*ggas
know my n*ggas ‘gon pick me up to slide ’cause i spank n*ggas
you let him get a chance to run, you better chase n*gga
been scoring on the opps, this last one ‘gon be the game winner
rrari world, i done slid for that n*gga man
over kasino i was bouncing out that mini van
the fully switch shooting rapid like i got 20 hands
and i was tapping in from the pen getting n*ggas slammed
aye, we was grabbing n*ggas, “know y’all crank bout my brain”, you ain’t gotta ask me n*gga
mondo world, he know the draks ‘gon double back on n*ggas
free all the steppers that got grabbed for spinning, g’z
[chorus]
popped a n*gga ’cause he troll me i don’t play like that
‘gon swing the striker through they sh*t every time they make me mad
spent a bag on poles, did a show and made it back
seen a opp and spit on him, this the same way the dracky act
i found that b*tch the same day the n*gga p*ssed me off
a real donkey from my block, jaaybo kicked it off
them 6 shots speak itself i ain’t miss at all
if cuh ain’t wanna die for this sh*t, then why he get involved
go get a body of your own, then speak to me
gales not no stepper, he ain’t ever shot no switch, he need semi
lost my brother, and i know it f*cked me up ’cause it ain’t hit me
don’t even trip, i love you more, you know your baby bro ‘gon get him
caught a tribe n*gga, left him with a zip like a ounce of weed
it was dark but the flash to the drac can make it hard to see
hit county punching n*ggas faces, i ain’t marleybee
you know something getting touched if n*ggas hopping in the car with me

[outro]
i’ma p*ss on him and take a sh*t on him and h*lla shi, i’ma go live and do it
oh, wait, you n*ggas reported my page so i can’t go live
but i can do this though
i’ll make a video taking a sh*t on yo homie grave
that host at 1, n*gga, i can bang that, n*gga
f*ck townhomes, yo dead homies suck d*ck, bro
they suck d*ck, bro
it’s n*ggas in yo hood that suck d*ck
yo big homie in jail right now for suckin’ ’em
they gave him a 100 and some
stop actin’, n*gga

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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