BIG30 - Ebgk #FreePooh lyrics

Them niggas talk shit behind keyboards
Don't even come outside
Drako come with torch by the handle
Gon' get your ass fried
I got both in high 32 and below 25
Don't believe in drive-by
I walk up and let you see the thing
Truck out with a 50, you know how we slide
Exotic Glock came with the pot
The bill hold fifty-five
I scrap the show, try me, get shot
We left off in the crowd
We gotta know this hollow hot
And my young nigga wild

We got a man, he ain't shoot it
I told you to take the shot
You know me, I'm too official
I'm riding with you
Ride or not
In the Hellcat smashing out the
Traffic with the latest thot
Goofy bitch in my inbox, trap house
Shoot out your latest drop
Now with two inches up on they mission
I left on my watch
Cartier ain't my diamond
Keep on glistening when I chase the Glock
Yeah, he was my day one
But they know he turned into cop
No beef in the street, these niggas
Would rather see me dead
So fuck 'em