A-Bliccy, EBK Jaaybo, Verde Babii - Make You a Man lyrics

Free the thugs, nigga, 500K and all that aye

How you my brother but you
Fuck with the opps? You tryna score then why
You riding with stock?
This fifty fresh out the box
You might get flipped
Watch how you slide down the block
This a Drac, I'm tired of fucking on GLOCK
This bitch ain't doing the job
Said it was funk but when you see me you ran
I ain't surprised
Niggas be hard for the Gram
Could've scored but it jammed
Where was you when I was locked in the slam?
Sacrificed a lot of shit for the fam
The streets'll make you a man

It's Verde Park, throw up the and get stamped
Caught him loafing
Left his brains in his lap
He should've came with his strap
The fully jammed but now it
Shoot likе a champ
Them niggas told, I let you know in advance
A bad look for thе don't pull up on me with
Your whip tinted dark
Unless you want your shit left in park
Smell a opp through the ain't make the team
That nigga ain't up to par
I done felt a lot of pain with these scars
We bringing knife to the yard
Got tired of stick so now
I'm beating on snare
Them bodies stink, that's dead man in the air
Momma saying her prayers
They tryna snake me but don't know I'm aware
Ain't tryna slide, bitch
We knowing you scared
He ain't jumped off a stair

How you my brother but you
Fuck with the opps? You tryna score then why
You riding with stock?
This fifty fresh out the box
You might get flipped
Watch how you slide down the block
This a Drac, I'm tired of fucking on GLOCK
This bitch ain't doing the job
Said it was funk but when you see me you ran
I ain't surprised
Niggas be hard for the Gram
Could've scored but it jammed
Where was you when I was locked in the slam?
Sacrificed a lot of shit for the fam
The streets'll make you a man

Aye, the streets'll make you a man
Them niggas know it could've been a
But it jammed in my hand
The bitch lightskin, one brown
Look like Gina and Pam
Nigga, I feel like Martin Lawrence
Don't act like Tommy got no job
That's why your lifestyle boring
I remember riding buckets
Now my vehicles foreign
I remember eating noodles
Now I'm eating at Morton's
Aye, five hundred dollar tabs
In the Cat with AB, two hundred on the dash
Aye, I wish they would blurp us
Your bitch chose on the Verde
We ain't do it on purpose
Nigga, it was accidental

How you my brother but you
Fuck with the opps? You tryna score then why
You riding with stock?
This fifty fresh out the box
You might get flipped
Watch how you slide down the block
This a Drac, I'm tired of fucking on GLOCK
This bitch ain't doing the job
Said it was funk but when you see me you ran
I ain't surprised
Niggas be hard for the Gram
Could've scored but it jammed
Where was you when I was locked in the slam?
Sacrificed a lot of shit for the fam
The streets'll make you a man

Can't trust a nigga that'll
Speak to the bitch
'Cause it's a possibility he a snitch
Telling the hoes all the skit's
Foot it up and left him slumped in whip
He caught a faceshot for mentioning clique
He wasn't built for this sh